Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 104 I Trust You

Early the next morning.

When Imogen woke up, Troy was already up.

He was fully dressed, sitting at the dining table waiting for her to have breakfast together, and then went to the company together after breakfast.

There was a knock on the office door. Imogen looked up from the computer and said, “Come in.”

Lane pressed the doorknob and came in from the outside. “Ms. Forbes, Mr. Marshall asked me to send you a document.”

“Put it there.” Imogen pointed to the desk in front of her.

“Okay.”

After Lane left, Imogen lowered her head, picked up the folder on the table, and looked through

1. it.

paper, on which.

What was placed in the file folder was not any serious document but a piece of was Troy’s itinerary for the last week, with details, including the social gatherings at noon and night every day.

In the past, he would also report the itinerary to her, but not in such detail.

For example, it was written that Troy had to go for a business lunch today.

At this moment, his message came. [I’m not at the company at noon. I’ve had someone order lunch for you. After eating, you can go to my lounge for a rest.]

[Okay.]

During Imogen’s break at noon, Lane delivered the takeaway.

After Imogen finished lunch, she went to Troy’s lounge and napped for a while.

When she woke up, the break was close to its end.

Imogen put on her shoes, tidied her clothes, and was about to go out when she suddenly heard voices in the office outside.

“Is there anything else?”

This was Troy’s voice.

He should have come back from outside.

“There is one more personal matter.” A female voice sounded.

This was Charlene’s voice.

Charlene said, “Mr. Marshall, today is my birthday, and I plan to invite colleagues from the department to dinner and then the bar, I see you postponed tonight’s cocktail party. How about we go together?”

“I’ll consider it.”

Charlene looked at Troy’s faint expression. “Mr. Marshall, please do me a favor. Consider it a department gathering. They will be very happy if you go. I heard that you just went to a hot spring resort with another department not long ago. It’s not good to favor one over the other.” “Okay, I got it.”

“Then, I’ll send you the address.”

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“Okay.”

there was the sound of high heels

pushed open the door of the

standing by the window wall. When he heard the voice, he walked toward

“Yeah.”

gathering tonight for her birthday, and I have to go. Do

know that Charlene and I have a bad relationship. It’s her birthday. Wouldn’t she vomit her guts out if I went? Plus, I’m not

drive you away if you go with me?” “Then who should

you think? A colleague? Or…

look at Troy, and he

pursed her lower lip lightly. “You

she went there with him, she would probably

rumors were

not want to make

Aren’t you worried?” Troy looked deeply at

not worried about letting him spend time with Charlene? Was she not jealous

you believe that she likes you?” Imogen raised her eyebrows.

did not believe that Charlene liked him, which meant that he did not

to rest

trusting eyes, Troy suddenly

not feel joyful from being trusted

“All right…”

did not want to go, Troy would

will go

“Okay.”

went out of the

standing not far away, looking at her

faintly. “Ms. Johnson, good

at Imogen, then left with

in the evening, Imogen

booked a country food

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sat

the round table in twos and

was difficult to distinguish between the host and the guest seats at the round table. Thus, the place where Troy sat was the main seat, and Charlene and

dishes were ordered in advance, and they

to eat on Facebook, and Troy only

ask

many years, she and Troy had eaten at the same table many times, and they never

mature and sophisticated and never showed

up his cutlery, and the other

and the public

his wine glass, and occasionally said a few words. Some people were like this. They could exude

put them on the plate in front of Troy. “Mr. Marshall, do you like

on the plate. Instead of answering, he just said, “Thank you. You don’t need to take

put down the serving

and

upset in

Troy’s phone on the table

prompt was the icon of

a split second of replying to the message, Charlene caught a

she could not see what Imogen had sent. Watching Troy typing and replying, Charlene felt like a cat scratching

again. Troy

the time, he just called and sent emails. Furthermore, it was even rarer to see him glued to his phone and Facebook like he was now. Watching Troy’s movements, Charlene suddenly thought of the interaction between Troy and Imogen. She felt sour in her heart and