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

students and parents at this kindergarten were of

parents

lined up and exited the kindergarten as the

over, hugging his legs and looking up, shouting, “Troy!

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

neck, gave Troy a peck

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

big round eyes. “Then you have to

smiled and didn’t reply, placing Grace in the

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

eyes widened in surprise. “Who are you? Why are you

expression amused Imogen. “I’m

Grace looked incredulous.

believe me? Ask

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

his seatbelt and nodded as he looked in the rearview mirror. “Yes, she’s my

wife. You

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

chuckled, unbuckled her seatbelt, and moved to

precocious little girl glanced at her. “You’re

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

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

became stern

his furrowed brows in the

the call, Troy responded firmly, “Fine!

handle

hanging up, he removed his headset and

“What happened?” Imogen asked.

made by an employee at the Paris branch.

Imogen through the rearview

long will

plan

head back to

secretary pick you

“Okay.”

“Where’s New York City?”

little eavesdropper beside them

thought

Grace 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. Maybe one day, your grandma

girl