Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 177 She Dreamt of Him

Charlie didn’t know that Troy was nearby, so she specifically ordered a few bottles of white wine.

“To be honest, even though Imogen was with us the past few days, she has been in a gloomy mood, not interested in anything. But now she’s finally letting loose. Come on, let’s have a good drink today, celebrating Imogen’s successful divorce and her regaining her singlehood!”

“Cheers! We will drink until we drop!”

Imogen poured herself a glass of wine with a smile. “Then I’ll accompany you to the end!”

The three of them chatted, downing one glass of wine after another.

Charlie got a little tipsy and began speaking without a filter, “Imogen… hic… I’ve known for a long time that Troy is no good. How could you endure him for so long? If it were me, I would’ve kicked him out a long time ago and used the money I got after breaking up with him to give myself a treat. Isn’t that great? Come on, let me show you something precious. Shh… don’t tell anyone. I haven’t… shown these to anyone else…”

In a drunken haze, Charlie opened the encrypted photo album on her phone. “Look, they’re all photos of male influencers that I’ve collected with great effort. Look at this guy. He has such huge pectorals. His chest is even bigger than mine… And this one, look at his curves. Fuck, he’s really well–endowed… And this one, this is the sexiest butt I’ve ever seen… There are so many

of them, so I’m sure there’s one who you’ll like. As for that dimwit, he can just go stand in the corner!”

Charlie went through each photo, becoming bolder with her words.

Imogen’s face turned slightly red, while Alex seemed quite interested.

Imogen was drawn over out of curiosity, but for some reason, every time she looked at a photo, she involuntarily compared it to Troy.

For example, Troy’s chest muscles were firm and sturdy, while his length was… She would just say that he wasn’t lacking in that department. As for Troy’s backside….

Imogen’s face

grew even redder, and she shook her head to dispel those inappropriate thoughts.

After looking at so many men’s photos, she still felt that Troy was the most perfect.

Some men in the photos were too bulky with a hulking physique, while some were too skinny with no aesthetic appeal to their muscles, whereas Troy’s body was just right.

There were also those with similar bodies to Troy’s, but their appearance couldn’t match his. Although she promised herself to forget him, tipsy as she was, she couldn’t control herself.

That person’s face kept appearing in her mind again and again. She tried to drive the thoughts away, but it was futile.

Thus, she figured that getting completely drunk would be the solution.

Only when she was thoroughly intoxicated could she stop thinking about him.

She considered that her final tribute to her ten–year–long unrequited love for Troy.

However, they didn’t know that Troy, who was hanging around, started sulking upon hearing them.

Charlie suddenly felt a chilly atmosphere around her, murmuring, “Aren’t we supposed to have heating? Why do I feel a bit cold?”

As she spoke, she returned to the main topic. “How about we go to a random bar tonight to find someone to get laid? The guys here are quite impressive. I bet you’ll forget that dimwit completely,

Imogen…”

Troy’s face got solemn when he heard that.

Luckily, he heard Imogen say, “Hmm… that might not be a good idea…”

She wasn’t really up to the idea and was also concerned about the risk of sexually transmitted diseases.

feeling better after that.

and the three of them continued to drink and chat, focusing on the pictures

from drinking and had an inkling that she shouldn’t drink more. Otherwise, she might just pass

cautious was better, especially when

and Alex to

felt drowsy

in the room, Imogen eagerly collapsed onto the bed and fell

fell silent, and there was nothing but silence in the dark

sound broke the tranquility as

at Imogen’s bedside, quietly

greedily

had the chance to gaze upon her openly, without

really missed her.

out and touched her cheek, then leaned down to kiss her forehead. He unabashedly breathed in her

He thought,

the bar. Otherwise, he didn’t dare to think about what

the room, Imogen was still wearing a thick coat. Starting to feel hot and sweaty, she hummed to indicate her

her jacket and took it off her, then helped her

was the last layer of

rosy, but he wasn’t sure if it was due to the alcohol or the heat. Her lips

she unconsciously

snug thermal underwear outlined her enticing curves, making her even more enchanting and

motives. He just wanted her to feel more

mouth was dry, his eyes

blank.

fuel to the fire, the sounds making him swell with desire.

rolled over unconsciously, exposing

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himself any longer. He flipped Imogen over and leaned down, capturing her alluring rosy lips with a kiss, effortlessly delving inside.

taste of wine met his tongue, a sensation he had missed for a long time. Troy couldn’t help but lose himself in it, indulging in the delightful

“Mmm…”

to discomfort, she

body tensed, and he quickly opened his eyes,

to wake up and was about

and mutter, “Why am I dreaming of you? I really don’t want

her words, Troy’s face

dream of me? Then who does she want to dream of? Liam? Or Erik? Or perhaps the man who fathered her

ground his teeth in anger and frustration. Seeing that Imogen was about to say something else, he lowered his head and covered her plump lips with his own. He kissed her hungrily, biting and sucking her lips, his tongue stirring her mouth

“Mmm…”

face, making her feel even hotter. She

lower, exposing her plump and alluring cleavage.

by lust. As memories of their copulation during the past three years flashed through his

and nibbled

moan

lips moved to her neck, sliding downward, trailing gently over her

hum out of discomfort, muttering

he raised his head and asked

a

certain that Imogen didn’t have a friend

suspected that Serene was the child that Imogen had given birth

was still asleep. Pouting, she didn’t respond to his

to Imogen’s ear and asked softly, “Imogen, who