Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 83 Don’t Make Any Noise

Liam looked indulgently at Imogen and said, “Imogen was my neighbor when we were kids, and she used to cry a lot.”

“Childhood friends? That’s quite a fortunate connection. Let me know if you two have good news.”

“Don’t be joking, Mr. Jones. Imogen and I are just friends,” Liam said.

He understood the situation. Imogen had a boyfriend now.

“I get it. Young people like to label each other as friends,” the deputy director chimed in.

Troy looked up with a frown, and his gaze shifted coolly between Liam and Imogen.

He had already warned her that she and Liam were not a suitable match.

But Imogen hadn’t seemed to pay attention. Did she really like Liam that much?

“Troy? Troy!”

“Hmm? What did you say?” Troy snapped back to attention, looking at Sarah.

Sarah’s eyes darkened. She leaned close to Troy, whispering, “Have you noticed that Imogen and Liam seem very compatible? If you divorce Imogen, it would be good if she could be with Liam.”

Troy shook his head. “No. They’re not suitable.”

“How do you know they’re not suitable?”

“I’ve looked into their work and personalities.”

As Troy and Sarah engaged in their hushed conversation, Imogen felt a twinge of bitterness and lowered her gaze.

The waiters began bringing out dishes one after another, quickly filling the table.

Everyone dug in without hesitation.

Liam offered Imogen Crabcake R�moulade and said, “Try this first.”

“Thank you.”

Imogen took a bite, savoring its texture and unique fragrance. “It’s good.”

After finishing the Crabcake R◆◆moulade, Imogen started sampling other dishes.

Liam was considerate, occasionally picking up food for Imogen.

When Troy saw their interaction, his expression grew darker.

“Troy, could you help me with that dish over there? I can’t reach it,” Sarah said, a hint of hatred flashed across her eyes.

This was the second time she noticed Troy becoming distracted.

“Sure.”

Troy picked up the dish for Sarah and said, “Let me know if you need more.”

He focused on Sarah, refilling her plate when it was almost empty.

his attentiveness, Imogen couldn’t help

through the meal, Imogen stood up, saying she needed to use the restroom. The men’s and women’s restrooms were connected,

Imogen washed her hands

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mirror.

behind her, extending his arms to

was startled. Looking at his reflection in the

something to tell

right now. She put her cosmetics back into her bag and turned to leave. “I’m

wrapped around her waist, pressing her against the

here to see

been inexplicably drawn

Liam, he felt uncomfortable, like thousands of ants crawling

uncomfortable because Imogen didn’t care after he reminded her that she and Liam weren’t suitable for

pressed her hands against Troy’s chest, trying to push him away. “Hmm…

hand against her head, delving

she was struggling to catch her

glanced at her lips

behind, his chin resting on her shoulder. He looked at her in the mirror and

go of me. I want

to being all lovey–dovey with Liam? Imogen, I warned you before. You two aren’t suitable

frowned. She wasn’t lovey–dovey with

talk about Liam and me. What about you and

“It’s different.”

“What’s so different? Aren’t you here to visit

knew you were

Imogen had come

Imogen back. Sarah’s call had just given

jaw, tilting her head half a turn,

traced along her

and she couldn’t help

Troy suddenly touched dampness.

and leading her into the restroom, finding an empty

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into. “Let me please

We can’t…”

This was absurd.

do this in a place

a faint smile. “Just

his hot breath cascading onto

with

waiting in

“Just let them wait.”

closed her eyes, bit her lip,

That moment arrived.

She involuntarily moaned,

go now.” Troy

stall door. Her legs

to steady herself as she emerged from

cleaning them, while stealing

blushed again in

the restroom and returned to the private room, taking

confusion, “Why did you

well.” Imogen had to