Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 225 This Is the Last Time

Troy’s eyes were empty and out of focus as if he was pondering something.

He turned around and looked at Imogen. His high eyebrows cast sharp shadows on his eye sockets. His eyes contained some kind of sexual implication.

Imogen was shy and annoyed. She stared back coldly.

Instead of being angry, Troy smiled softly.

He smiled brightly, but it made Imogen feel worried.

She hastily changed the subject and asked, “Grace, do you have any winter homework?”

Grace raised his head and blinked. “Yes, but those are too simple.”

Imogen said, “All right.”

Grace asked, “Uncle Troy, do I need to go home now? I also want to go to the reception.” Grace looked up at Troy and shook Troy’s arm.

Troy said, “Grace, you are a good girl. I will take you home first, and I will bring you donuts when I come back.”

Grace refused, “I don’t want to eat donuts. I want to go to the reception.”

Troy replied, “No.”

Grace said, “I hate you!” Grace turned away with a puffy face, moved toward Imogen, and hugged her. “Imogen, I still want to sleep with you at night.”

Imogen almost said yes.

She hesitated for a few seconds and declined, “Grace, I may come back late tonight. Could you sleep alone?”

Grace insisted on her thoughts and said, “I can wait for you.”

Imogen added, “But I came back too late and couldn’t take care of you.”

Grace said, “I can take care of myself. I can wash my face and brush my teeth, and I can also undress myself. If you come back too late, I will go to bed first!”

Imogen did not know what to say.

Seeing Imogen’s silence, Grace turned down the corners of her mouth and looked at her pitifully, “Imogen, do you not like me anymore? Do you think I’m annoying?”

Looking at her big and watery eyes, Imogen could not bear to see Grace feeling sad, and she quickly said, do like you very much.”

“I

lying! You dislike me! Imogen, please don’t dislike me, okay? I am a good girl!” Grace cried while covering her

and explained, “Grace, I

lying to me.” Grace

resting her head on Grace’s, and said

to my house

one

and threw herself into Imogen’s arms, looking up

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full of triumphant smiles, and there was not a single tear

fooled. She stretched out her hand to scratch

with a smile, “Imogen, stop scratching, hahaha… I am wrong. I will never dare to lie to

the back of the chair. With his slender hands resting casually on his lap, he looked at them with a smile

but move to Troy’s side and climbed onto his lap, “Uncle! I’m dying of laughing. Please help

held Imogen’s hand with the other. “Okay. Let’s stop playing.”

as if Imogen was a child who needed to be coaxed by adults. His hands were big, with long and slender fingers. The back of his hands were delicate, and the blue veins were clearly visible. He tightly wrapped Imogen’s hands. His hands conveyed the feeling of heat and roughness. He rubbed her delicate skin, which made her feel itching. Imogen withdrew her hand and

She sighed silently.

alienation and

decided to treat it as

she would definitely refuse.

asked, “Mr. Marshall, do you want to

“No, first go to the villa to get some Grace’s clothes, and then

said, “Yes.”

to Imogen’s

apartment. Imogen got out of the car, took the bag of clothes, and personally took Grace

playing with her mobile phone when

saw Grace coming in from behind

“Charlie, help me take care of Grace tonight. I have something to do, so I’ll be back later.” In front of Grace, Charlie quickly agreed. “Okay, go ahead. Grace, you will have

responded immediately,

so she gave the iPad to

phone. She opened it and saw Charlie sending a disdainful emoji: [Tell me what’s going on? Why didn’t

send her away?]

was silent for a few seconds: [Don’t worry, this

still

that Imogen’s heart was tied to the child, so he used the child to persuade Imogen to stay with

[Are you

sure.] Imogen replied

way, what are you doing tonight? Don’t come back too

Imogen: [Private matter.]

affairs, so she rolled

did not know

the gate of the apartment, opened the door to get in the car,

minutes, she replied to Charlie’s