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.

where Emily lived was a gathering place for locals in Los

and parents at this

familiar parents proactively greeted

as the school let out, running

little pink cannonball suddenly rushed over,

picked up Grace. “Yes,

neck, gave Troy a peck on the cheek,

“I want to sit in the

retorted with her big round eyes. “Then you have to save the front seat for

reply, placing Grace in the

seated in the front passenger seat, turned around, and said with a smile,

widened in surprise. “Who are

puffed–up expression amused Imogen.

Grace looked incredulous.

believe me?

the driver’s

he looked in the rearview mirror.

wife. You

a little adult, “Uncle, I don’t like you anymore! I’m not talking to you!

moved to the back seat, “I’ll sit

girl glanced at her. “You’re my

solemn expression, Imogen replied, “Yes, I’m your

then, Troy’s phone rang. He put on his Bluetooth

suddenly became stern

furrowed brows in the rearview

the other end of the call, Troy

I’ll handle

removed his headset and tossed

“What happened?” Imogen asked.

mistake made by an employee at the Paris

Imogen through the

long will you be

plan to do?

is almost over. I’ll head

secretary pick you up when you

“Okay.”

“Where’s New York City?”

little eavesdropper beside

I thought you weren’t talking to

chin. “I didn’t ask you.

and glanced at Troy. “New York City is in America. It’s where your uncle and grandma come from. Maybe one

girl nodded