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.

couldn’t help but

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

hands

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mirror.

behind her, extending his arms to rest on

Looking at his reflection in the mirror, she asked,

have something to

out right now. She put her cosmetics back into

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

here to

been inexplicably drawn to

felt uncomfortable, like thousands of

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

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

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

struggling to catch her breath.

glared at him. She glanced at her lips in the mirror. They looked

her in the mirror and lightly touched her lips with his fingers. “You

of me. I want to go

with Liam? Imogen, I warned you before. You two aren’t suitable for each

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

you were

that Imogen had come

take Imogen back. Sarah’s call

jaw, tilting her head half a turn,

hand traced along

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

Troy suddenly touched dampness.

holding her and leading her into the restroom, finding an empty

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into. “Let me please

We can’t…”

This was absurd.

could they do this in a place

sensed Imogen’s worry and gave a faint

With his hot breath cascading onto her neck, he

body with

waiting in the

“Just let them wait.”

closed her eyes, bit her lip,

That moment arrived.

She involuntarily moaned,

go now.” Troy finally released

the stall door.

to steady herself as she emerged from the

meticulously cleaning

again

left the restroom and returned to the private room, taking a

in confusion, “Why did you take so

wasn’t feeling well.” Imogen had