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

saying she needed to use the restroom. The men’s and women’s restrooms were

washed her hands and refined

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mirror.

he stood behind her, extending his arms to rest

in the mirror,

have something to

right now. She put her cosmetics back into her bag and turned

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

come here

had been

close to Liam, he felt uncomfortable, like thousands

felt uncomfortable because Imogen didn’t care after he reminded her

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

hand against her head, delving his tongue deeper into her

were swollen, and she was struggling

at her lips in the mirror.

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

I want

Go back to being all lovey–dovey with Liam? Imogen, I warned you before. You two aren’t

frowned. She wasn’t

Liam and me. What about you and

“It’s different.”

“What’s so different? Aren’t you here to visit

you

Troy that Imogen had come to visit Liam on

intended to come and take Imogen back. Sarah’s call had just given him an

jaw, tilting her head half a

traced along her

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

Troy suddenly touched dampness.

and leading her into the

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into. “Let me

We can’t…” Imogen

This was absurd.

this in a place like

worry and gave a faint smile. “Just

pressed her against the stall door. With his hot breath cascading onto her neck, he

body with his

People are waiting in the private room… for

“Just let them wait.”

bit her lip,

That moment arrived.

moaned, shuddering

can go now.” Troy

remained leaning against the stall door. Her legs

steady herself

cleaning them, while stealing glances at

again

returned to

confusion, “Why did you take

well.”