Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 183 Much Harder to Care

“The thief is an old hand. He took your wallet away while you were taking pictures on

Ringvassoya. I happened to see it.”

Imogen glanced at him. “Did you go to Ringvassoya, too?”

For a moment, she even suspected that Yann had taken her wallet. It wasn’t because she was being sentimental, but it was a coincidence.

“Well, I went there yesterday.”

“Well, thank you.”

They just went today.

Could it be just a coincidence?

“Why are you being polite? Meet compatriots abroad, and I should help you if I can.” Yann handed over the wallet.

you

Imogen took the wallet over and held it in her hand. And she looked up at Yann and said, “If hadn’t come so timely, I would have booked a ticket to Oslo by now. So how about I treat you to dinner tomorrow? If your friend doesn’t mind, you can come together. I treat you.”

Yann raised his eyebrows. “Let’s talk again. I’ll go back and ask my friend.”

“Isn’t your friend too strict? It is not like your friend, but like your girlfriend, who is afraid that you will go out and flirt,” Imogen said half–jokingly.

After Yann heard that, Troy’s dark face flashed in his mind, and he couldn’t help raising his eyebrows and smiled. “He is much harder to care than a girlfriend, and you will know as you see him later.”

Imogen’s eyes flickered, fleeting, and then smiled lightly. “It is just a joke, anyway. You have greatly helped me, and I will invite you to dinner. If your friend disagrees, I will talk with him by myself.”

Yann nodded with a playful smile on his face. “Okay, then I will go back first and reply to you later.”

“Okay.”

Closing the door, Imogen leaned against the door panel, looked at the wallet in her hand, and fell into deep thought.

Was it just a coincidence?

to Troy’s room and sat down on the sofa.

“Um.”

sat on the single sofa and

knees, holding

her yesterday? Why didn’t you send it off yourself?”

a cigarette and lit it with

thief, Troy stepped forward

able to hear the snap of

a deep puff of the cigarette. Then he clamped the filter element with his index finger and middle finger

the curl of smoke immediately poured out, floating upward in circles, and

Imogen said yesterday that stabbed his heart with a knife. “… I don’t plan

even felt that the temperature in Norway in December

seconds, Troy asked,

would treat me to dinner

me to dinner. If you disagree, she will talk to you in person.” Troy stopped what he wanted to say and dully took a

it? You have to agree this time,

her that you come

“Okay.”

booked a big boat whale–watching tour, which started around eight o’clock in the morning and took six to nine hours

Imogen invited Yann to

the restaurant, the weird feeling in her heart returned. But

the three arrived

obvious from a glance that they were also members of a group that had reported whale

a catamaran, the tour guide was a local person, and the group communicated

morning. And as they set off at eight o’clock, more

cut through the water, and the white waves parted to the

breeze blowing in her face, mixed with

a vast expanse of seawater. And at the end of the

would appear, so Imogen went to the

lounge on the boat, and already a dozen people were sitting in it at this time. The other dozen or so people were still standing outside, enjoying themselves.

know how long it took. But Imogen went to the deck again as the tour

area where the whale appeared.

moment, the pier had long since disappeared, and the ship was floating alone on the boundless

world was

aurora, whale watching was a matter of

kept their eyes wide open and carefully scanned every piece of