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.

area where Emily lived was a gathering place for locals in

parents at this kindergarten were of local

familiar parents proactively

as the

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

“Yes, I came to see you.

Troy a peck on the cheek, and said childishly,

want to sit in the front with Troy.” “You’re too young. You can sit in the front when you’re

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

didn’t reply, placing Grace

front passenger seat, turned around, and said with a smile,

eyes widened in surprise. “Who are you? Why are you sitting in Troy’s

puffed–up expression amused Imogen. “I’m Troy’s

Grace looked incredulous.

me?

had just settled into the driver’s seat and pouted.

fastened his seatbelt and nodded as he looked in the

wife. You

looked heartbroken and sighed like a little adult, “Uncle, I don’t like you

unbuckled her seatbelt, and moved to the back seat, “I’ll sit

girl glanced at

expression, Imogen replied, “Yes,

put on his Bluetooth

voice suddenly became stern and

brows in the rearview

was said on the other end of the

I’ll handle it when I get

hanging up, he removed his headset and tossed it into the storage

“What happened?” Imogen asked.

made by an employee at the Paris branch. I

looking at Imogen through the rearview

will you

do you plan to do? Come

is almost over. I’ll head

pick you up when you

“Okay.”

“Where’s New York City?”

beside them chimed

“Grace, I thought you weren’t talking to

lifted her chin. “I didn’t

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

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