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

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

leaving the restroom stall, Imogen washed her hands and refined her makeup in front

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mirror.

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

his reflection in the mirror, she

something

hear him out right now. She put her cosmetics back into her bag and turned to leave. “I’m going back…

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

had come here to

had been

uncomfortable, like thousands of ants crawling in

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

to push him away. “Hmm…

pressed one hand against her

lips were swollen, and she was struggling

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

her shoulder. He looked at her in the

I want to go

being all lovey–dovey with Liam? Imogen,

wasn’t

and me. What

“It’s different.”

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

you

that Imogen had come to visit Liam on

take Imogen back. Sarah’s call had

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

other hand traced along her body, caressing

weak, and she couldn’t help leaning against

Troy suddenly touched dampness.

her and leading her into the

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into. “Let me

can’t…”

This was absurd.

they do this in

worry and gave a faint smile. “Just

her against the stall door. With his

with his

waiting in the private room… for

“Just let them wait.”

silent, closed her eyes, bit her lip, and restrained herself

That moment arrived.

moaned, shuddering throughout her

We can go now.” Troy finally released

remained leaning against the stall door. Her legs were slightly weak. She

herself as she emerged from

hands, meticulously cleaning them, while

blushed again

left the restroom and returned to the private room, taking

confusion, “Why did you take so

wasn’t feeling well.” Imogen had