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 for locals

the students and parents at this kindergarten

familiar parents proactively greeted

lined up and exited the kindergarten as

when a little pink cannonball suddenly rushed over, hugging his legs and looking

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

peck on the cheek, and said childishly,

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

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

and didn’t reply, placing

the front passenger seat, turned around, and said

seeing Imogen, Grace’s eyes widened in surprise. “Who are you? Why are you sitting in

amused Imogen.

Grace looked incredulous.

me?

who had just settled into the driver’s

he looked in the rearview mirror. “Yes,

wife. You

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

moved to the back

glanced at her. “You’re my

expression, Imogen replied, “Yes,

on his Bluetooth

suddenly became

brows in

said on the other end of the call, Troy responded

situation. I’ll handle it

headset and tossed it

“What happened?” Imogen asked.

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

at Imogen through

will you be

What do you plan to do? Come

over. I’ll head back to New

I’ll have my secretary pick you up when

“Okay.”

“Where’s New York City?”

eavesdropper beside

“Grace, I thought you weren’t talking to

chin. “I didn’t ask you. I asked

“New York City is in America. It’s where your uncle and grandma come from. Maybe one day, your grandma can

girl nodded