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 but chuckle

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

her hands and refined her makeup in front

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mirror.

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

his reflection in

something

her cosmetics back into her bag

could finish, Troy locked her lips with his. His strong hands wrapped

had come here to see

been inexplicably drawn

her being close to 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

Troy’s chest, trying to push him

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

was struggling to catch her breath.

lips in the mirror. They

her shoulder. He looked at her in the mirror and lightly touched her lips with his

I want

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

frowned. She wasn’t lovey–dovey with

Liam and me. What about you

“It’s different.”

so different? Aren’t you

knew you were

that Imogen had come to visit Liam on

come and take Imogen back. Sarah’s

her head half a turn, and

hand traced along her body,

and she

Troy suddenly touched dampness.

and leading her

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“Let me

can’t…” Imogen

This was absurd.

they do this in a place like

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

her against the stall door. With his hot breath cascading onto her

with his

in

“Just let them wait.”

silent, closed her eyes, bit her lip,

That moment arrived.

moaned, shuddering

We can go now.” Troy finally

door. Her legs were slightly weak. She

to steady herself

his hands, meticulously cleaning them, while

again

left the restroom and returned to the private room, taking

“Why did you take

well.”