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 chuckle

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

leaving the restroom stall, Imogen washed her hands and refined

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mirror.

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

at his reflection in the

something to

in the mood to hear him out right now. She put her cosmetics back into her bag and turned to leave.

her lips with his. His strong hands wrapped around her waist, pressing her against the

here to see

his gaze had been inexplicably drawn

felt uncomfortable, like

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

hands against Troy’s chest, trying to push him away.

one hand against her head, delving his

and she was struggling to catch her breath. Finally,

glanced at her lips

embraced Imogen from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder. He looked at her in the mirror and lightly touched her lips with his fingers. “You look

I

back to being all lovey–dovey with Liam? Imogen,

wasn’t lovey–dovey with

Liam and me.

“It’s different.”

different? Aren’t you here to

knew you

had come to visit Liam on

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

held Imogen’s jaw, tilting her head half a turn,

other hand traced along

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

Troy suddenly touched dampness.

of Imogen’s lips, holding her and leading

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“Let

can’t…”

This was absurd.

do this in a place

Imogen’s worry and gave a faint smile.

stall door. With his hot breath cascading

body with

waiting in the

“Just let them wait.”

fell silent, closed her eyes, bit her

That moment arrived.

moaned,

can go now.” Troy finally

door. Her legs were slightly

against the door to steady herself

was washing his hands, meticulously cleaning

again

quickly left the restroom and returned

“Why did you take

wasn’t feeling well.” Imogen had