Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 111 Mismatched Love

Chapter 111 Mismatched Love

Troy looked up and exchanged a distant glance with Imogen. “I don’t have any special plans.” Emily expressed surprise. “Didn’t Sarah just come back?”

“Yes.”

“So, you’re not divorcing her?”

“Emily, I have my plans.”

“I’m just worried you’ll be wronged. You’re the best child in the Marshall family. Your wife should at least be from a prestigious family. Imogen is not at your level. How can you be proud of such a wife? Henry also leaves people speechless. He doesn’t consider anyone’s background and just brings them into the family, even trying to match you two. It’s all so mismatched!”

“Emily, I don’t feel wronged. Please don’t bring this up again.”

Emily looked at him disapprovingly. “Didn’t you say you would divorce her?”

“Emily!”

Troy cast a wary glance at Imogen.

Imogen probably didn’t hear.

“Ok, you’ve grown up and have your thoughts now.” Emily turned and left the living room.

Troy returned to Imogen’s side and sat down. “Emily has always been like this, willful for decades. Don’t mind.”

Imogen smiled. “I know. We only meet once or twice a year. I won’t mind.”

In the evening, Troy went to pick up Grace from school in place of Emily.

Imogen didn’t want to be alone with Emily at home, so she also went with Troy. On the way, Imogen asked, “How old is Grace? Which grade is she in?”

Troy replied, “She’s four this year, still in kindergarten.”

Imogen raised her eyebrow. “Four years old?”

Imogen hadn’t expected Emily to adopt such a young girl.

“Yes, so Grace calls Emily grandma and me uncle.”

The car stopped at the kindergarten’s parking lot. Dressed in a suit, Troy looked tall and handsome with his broad shoulders and slim waist.

Troy rested one hand on the car roof, and as he moved, the well–fitted suit outlined his shoulders, revealing his toned muscles.

The charm of a man was always subtly displayed.

Emily lived was a gathering

students and parents at this kindergarten

parents proactively greeted

and exited the kindergarten as the school

pink cannonball suddenly rushed over, hugging his legs and looking up, shouting, “Troy!

and effortlessly picked up Grace. “Yes, I came to see you. Did

gave Troy a peck on the

the car’s back door, but Grace said, “I want to sit in the front with Troy.” “You’re too young. You can sit in the front when you’re

eyes. “Then you have to save the front seat for

reply, placing Grace in the back

the front passenger seat, turned around, and said

surprise. “Who are you? Why

puffed–up expression amused

Grace looked incredulous.

believe me? Ask

the driver’s seat and pouted. “Troy, is this woman your

nodded as he looked in the rearview mirror. “Yes, she’s

wife. You

sighed like a little adult, “Uncle, I don’t like

moved to the back seat, “I’ll

little girl glanced at her. “You’re

Imogen replied, “Yes, I’m your

on his

voice suddenly became stern and

his furrowed brows in the

on the other end of the call, Troy responded firmly, “Fine!

I’ll handle

his headset and tossed it into the storage

“What happened?” Imogen asked.

made by an employee at the Paris

at Imogen

long will you be

days. What do you plan to do? Come

head

my secretary pick

“Okay.”

“Where’s New York City?”

eavesdropper beside

thought you weren’t

lifted her chin. “I

City is in America. It’s where your uncle and grandma come from. Maybe one

little girl nodded