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.

attentiveness, Imogen couldn’t help

meal, Imogen stood up, saying she needed to use the restroom. The men’s and women’s restrooms were connected, with a shared dry–wet

washed her hands and refined her makeup in front of

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mirror.

her makeup, he stood behind her, extending his arms to rest on

at his reflection in the mirror, she

have something to

wasn’t in the mood to hear him out right now. She put her cosmetics back into her bag and turned to leave. “I’m

Troy locked her lips with his. His strong hands wrapped around her waist,

come here

gaze had been inexplicably

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

because Imogen didn’t care after he reminded her that she and Liam

hands against Troy’s chest, trying to push him away. “Hmm… Stop. I should

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

struggling to catch her breath. Finally, Troy

glanced at her lips in the mirror. They looked visibly

shoulder. He looked at her in the mirror and

go of me. I want to go

Imogen, I warned you before. You two aren’t suitable

frowned. She wasn’t lovey–dovey with

about Liam and me.

“It’s different.”

different? Aren’t you

knew you were

told Troy that Imogen had come to

to come and take Imogen back.

tilting her head half a

along

grew weak, and she couldn’t help leaning against his

Troy suddenly touched dampness.

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

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into. “Let me

can’t…”

This was absurd.

do this in

Imogen’s worry and gave a faint smile. “Just don’t

against the stall door. With his hot

with his

People are waiting in the private room… for

“Just let them wait.”

her eyes, bit her lip, and restrained herself from

That moment arrived.

She involuntarily moaned,

can go now.”

stall door. Her legs were slightly

the door to steady herself

hands, meticulously cleaning them,

again

returned to

“Why did you take

feeling well.” Imogen