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.

Imogen couldn’t help but chuckle

restroom. The men’s and women’s restrooms were connected,

washed her hands and refined

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mirror.

outside. Noticing Imogen refining her makeup, he stood behind her, extending his arms to rest on

in the mirror, she asked, “What are you

have something to

She put her

lips with his. His strong hands wrapped around her waist, pressing her against the sink as their lips

had come here to see

his gaze had been inexplicably drawn to

to Liam, he felt uncomfortable, like thousands of ants crawling

after he reminded her

chest, trying to push him away. “Hmm…

frowned, tightening his arms even more. He pressed one hand against her head, delving his

lips were swollen, and she was struggling to catch her breath.

lips in the mirror. They

her shoulder. He looked at her in the mirror and lightly

go of me. I want

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

She wasn’t lovey–dovey with

and me.

“It’s different.”

Aren’t you here to visit

you were

had come to visit Liam on the

to come and take Imogen back. Sarah’s

head half a turn,

other hand traced along her body,

and she couldn’t help leaning against

Troy suddenly touched dampness.

of Imogen’s lips, holding her and leading her into the restroom, finding

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“Let me please

We can’t…” Imogen

This was absurd.

they do this in a place like a

gave a faint smile.

the stall door. With his hot breath cascading onto

body with his

in the private room…

“Just let them wait.”

her eyes, bit her lip, and restrained herself

That moment arrived.

moaned, shuddering throughout

go now.” Troy finally released

against the stall door. Her legs were

the door to steady herself as she emerged from the

was washing his hands, meticulously cleaning them, while stealing

blushed again

the restroom and returned to the private

“Why

feeling well.”