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.”

15:10

“Okay.”

was the sound

pushed open the

he heard

“Yeah.”

for her birthday, and I have to go. Do you want to go with

I have a bad relationship. It’s her birthday. Wouldn’t

their department? Can they drive you away if you go with me?” “Then who should I

think? A colleague? Or…

at Troy, and he looked at her

her eyes and pursed her lower

company. If she went there with him, she

were true, to begin

just did not want to make it

say that Charlene likes me? Aren’t you worried?” Troy looked deeply

him spend time with Charlene? Was she

that she likes you?” Imogen

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

better for Imogen to rest

eyes, Troy suddenly felt

did not feel joyful from being

“All right…”

want to go, Troy would not

I will go back to work

“Okay.”

went out of the office.

not far away, looking at her with burning

smiled faintly. “Ms.

then left with a cold

getting off work in the evening, Imogen went home

had booked a

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sat

down around the

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 another deputy director were

dishes were ordered in advance, and they

specifically asked Troy what he liked to eat on Facebook, and Troy only replied, “Anything is

ask

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

mature and sophisticated and

the other employees

or two outgoing people, and the public relations department was no exception.

held his wine glass, and occasionally said a few words. Some people

a spoon full of green vegetables, and put them on the plate

the green vegetables on the plate. Instead of answering, he just said, “Thank you. You don’t

put down

Troy, and the vegetables on his

upset in

of Troy’s

message prompt was the icon of

the phone and unlocked it. Within a split second of replying to the message, Charlene caught

Imogen had sent. Watching Troy typing and replying, Charlene felt like

again. Troy

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