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

she needed to use the restroom. The men’s and women’s restrooms were connected, with a shared

leaving the restroom stall, Imogen washed her hands

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mirror.

makeup, he stood behind her, extending his arms to rest on the sink, effectively trapping her

was startled. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, she asked, “What

have something to

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

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

come here to see

his gaze had been inexplicably drawn

uncomfortable,

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

to push him

He pressed one hand against her head, delving his tongue deeper

swollen, and she was struggling to catch her breath. Finally, Troy

She glanced at her lips in

on her shoulder. He looked at her in the mirror and lightly touched her lips with his fingers. “You look good

of me. I want to go

back to being all lovey–dovey with Liam? Imogen, I warned you before.

She wasn’t

about Liam and me.

“It’s different.”

“What’s so different? Aren’t you

knew you

that Imogen had come

had intended to come and take Imogen back. Sarah’s call

head half

along

grew weak, and she couldn’t

Troy suddenly touched dampness.

of Imogen’s lips, holding her and leading her

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into. “Let me

can’t…”

This was absurd.

do this in a place like a

and gave a faint smile. “Just don’t make

stall door. With his hot breath cascading

body with his

waiting in the private

“Just let them wait.”

silent, closed her eyes, bit her lip,

That moment arrived.

She involuntarily moaned,

go now.” Troy finally released

door. Her legs were

against the door to steady herself

meticulously cleaning them, while stealing glances

again in

returned to the private room, taking a

confusion, “Why

well.” Imogen