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.

a gathering place

students and parents at this kindergarten were of local

familiar parents proactively greeted

as the school let out,

little pink cannonball suddenly rushed over,

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

a peck on the cheek, and

back door, but Grace said, “I want to sit in the front with

round eyes. “Then you have to save

didn’t reply, placing Grace

seated in the front passenger

“Who are you? Why

amused Imogen.

Grace looked incredulous.

me?

Troy, who had just settled into the driver’s seat and pouted. “Troy, is this woman

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

wife. You

“Uncle, I don’t

to

little girl glanced at her. “You’re

by her solemn expression, Imogen replied,

phone rang. He put on his Bluetooth headset to answer,

voice suddenly became stern and

his furrowed brows in

the call, Troy responded firmly, “Fine!

handle it

he removed his headset and

“What happened?” Imogen asked.

at the Paris branch. I need to go handle it,”

Imogen through the rearview

will

do you plan to do? Come with

I’ll head back

have my secretary pick you up

“Okay.”

“Where’s New York City?”

beside them

chuckled, “Grace, I thought you weren’t talking

her chin. “I didn’t ask you. I asked

smiled at her mischievous expression and glanced at Troy. “New York City is in America. It’s where your uncle and grandma come from. Maybe one day, your grandma can take you there to

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