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.

was a gathering place for locals

of the students and parents at this kindergarten were of

parents

exited the kindergarten as the school let out, running toward their

the children when a little pink cannonball suddenly rushed over, hugging his legs

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

gave Troy a peck on the cheek, and said childishly,

smiled and opened the car’s back door, but Grace said, “I want to sit in the front with Troy.” “You’re

eyes. “Then you have to save the

didn’t reply, placing Grace in the

settled down, Imogen was seated in the front passenger seat,

“Who are you? Why are

expression amused Imogen. “I’m

Grace looked incredulous.

me?

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

seatbelt and nodded as he looked in

wife. You

like a little adult, “Uncle, I don’t

unbuckled her seatbelt, and moved to

little girl glanced at her. “You’re my

expression, Imogen

on his Bluetooth headset to

suddenly became stern and

furrowed brows in the rearview

the other end of the call, Troy

I’ll handle it

he removed his headset and tossed it into the

“What happened?” Imogen asked.

was a mistake made by an employee at the Paris branch. I need to go

at Imogen through

long will you

do you plan to do?

holiday is almost over. I’ll head back

have my secretary pick you

“Okay.”

“Where’s New York City?”

eavesdropper beside them

thought you weren’t

Grace lifted her chin. “I didn’t

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

girl nodded thoughtfully.