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 chuckle self

to use the restroom. The men’s and women’s restrooms were connected, with a shared

washed her hands

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mirror.

Noticing Imogen refining her makeup, he stood behind her, extending his arms to rest on the sink,

in the mirror, she asked,

something to

put her cosmetics back into her bag and

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

here to see

been inexplicably

he felt uncomfortable, like

after he reminded her

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

He pressed one hand against her head, delving his tongue deeper into her

were swollen, and she was struggling to catch

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

and 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

of me. I want to

Liam? Imogen, I

frowned. She wasn’t lovey–dovey with

and me. What about you and

“It’s different.”

Aren’t you here to

you were

Imogen had come to visit Liam on the

back. Sarah’s

head half a turn, and locked her lips

hand traced along her body,

and she couldn’t help leaning against

Troy suddenly touched dampness.

Imogen’s lips, holding her and leading

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“Let me please

We can’t…” Imogen

This was absurd.

in a place like

gave a faint smile. “Just don’t make

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

with

in the private room…

“Just let them wait.”

eyes, bit her lip, and restrained herself from

That moment arrived.

involuntarily moaned, shuddering throughout her

can go now.” Troy finally

leaning against the stall door. Her

steady herself as she

his hands, meticulously cleaning them, while

blushed again

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

confusion, “Why did you

feeling well.”