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

to use the restroom. The men’s and women’s

washed her hands and refined her makeup

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mirror.

entered from outside. Noticing Imogen refining her makeup, he stood behind her, extending his arms to rest on the sink, effectively trapping her in his

his reflection in the mirror,

have something to

the mood to hear him out right now. She put her cosmetics back

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

had come here to see

had been inexplicably drawn

he felt uncomfortable,

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

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

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

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

at him. She glanced at her lips

chin resting on her shoulder. He looked at her in the mirror and lightly touched her

of me. I

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

wasn’t lovey–dovey

and me.

“It’s different.”

so different? Aren’t you here to visit

knew you

Troy that Imogen had come to visit Liam on

Imogen back. Sarah’s call

half

along her body,

grew weak, and she couldn’t help leaning

Troy suddenly touched dampness.

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

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“Let me

We can’t…” Imogen

This was absurd.

this in a

gave a faint

pressed her against the stall door. With his

body with

in the private room… for

“Just let them wait.”

fell silent, closed her eyes, bit her lip, and

That moment arrived.

involuntarily moaned, shuddering throughout her

go now.” Troy

door. Her legs were slightly

the door to steady herself as she emerged from the

cleaning

blushed again

returned to the

“Why did you take so

well.”