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

the students and parents at this kindergarten were of

familiar parents proactively greeted

lined up and exited the kindergarten as the school let out,

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

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

hugged Troy’s neck, gave Troy a peck

and opened the car’s back door, but Grace said, “I want to sit in the

big round eyes. “Then you have

and didn’t reply, placing Grace in the back

Grace settled down, Imogen was seated in the front passenger seat, turned around, and

widened in surprise. “Who are you? Why

amused Imogen. “I’m

Grace looked incredulous.

me?

into the driver’s seat

looked in the rearview mirror. “Yes, she’s my should call her

wife. You

I don’t like you

moved to the back seat,

glanced at her. “You’re my

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

He put on his Bluetooth headset to

became stern

his furrowed brows in the rearview

of the call,

the situation. I’ll handle

removed his headset and tossed it into

“What happened?” Imogen asked.

mistake made by an employee at the Paris branch. I need

Imogen through

will you be

days. What do you plan to

over. I’ll head back to New York City

secretary pick you up

“Okay.”

“Where’s New York City?”

beside

thought you weren’t talking to

chin. “I didn’t

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

little girl