Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 249 Official Announcement

Imogen was momentarily surprised, and for an instant, she felt utterly bewildered and at a loss. There was only shock and embarrassment in her heart, with no room for anything else.

The crowd of onlookers grew larger and louder.

Erik held a bouquet, his youthful face radiating deep affection. His clear eyes reflected Imogen’s image, and he earnestly said, “Imogen, can you be my girlfriend?”

Imogen composed herself, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts as she quickly made a decision.

Suppressing any reluctance, she put on a perfectly polished smile. With the public as witness, she nodded gently. “Yes.”

The smile on Erik’s lips widened in an instant, revealing his neat, white teeth. His eyes shimmered with a mix of surprise and joy.

He hadn’t expected Imogen to agree directly. The best outcome he had envisioned was that Imogen wouldn’t immediately refuse and would take some time to consider.

“Wow!”

The surrounding crowd erupted in congratulatory cheers.

In the presence of everyone’s earnest glances, Erik placed the bouquet into Imogen’s arms. As he leaned closer, his cheeks flushed slightly, and he said softly, “Thank you, Imogen.”

Taking the bouquet, Imogen curved her lips into a smile. “What are you thanking me for?”

Passersby noticed their interaction and began to cheer again.

A man sitting nearby yelled, “Kiss! Give her a kiss!”

Upon hearing him, other customers followed suit, chanting, “Kiss! Kiss!”

Erik’s ears turned red, and his eyes gleamed with a watery shine. He gazed closely at Imogen, his palm damp with sweat. Summoning his courage, he asked, “Imogen, may I?”

Imogen hesitated for a moment, forcing a smile with all her might before lifting her hand and gently tapping on her cheek.

“Thank you, Imogen.”

Erik’s eyes sparkled with joy. As he leaned in slowly, his warm breath brushed against Imogen’s cheek.

Amidst the laughter, whistling, and hollering from the crowd, Imogen felt tense, closing her eyes stiffly.

Being close to someone she didn’t like intimately was a bit challenging.

and she couldn’t help but wonder how Troy managed to be affectionate with Sarah if he truly

like this?” she wondered. “And why did I suddenly think

she felt the warm and soft touch of Erik’s lips graze her cheek.

must have sensed her tension. He only pecked on

the bouquet she

table.

all for witnessing and blessing us. Anyone who wants cake can come and take a piece. I won’t serve it to each of you

creamy frills and a layer of fruit, with

the words “I love you” decorated on it and placed it on a plate, setting it in front of Imogen.

“Thank you.”

are you still saying thank you

used to

the cake into smaller pieces and proactively delivered them to the tables with children. After he initiated it, more people came to take the cake.

head low, Imogen

put it into her mouth, her thoughts already

away.

confession from Erik

of nowhere, and she was being forced into a corner. However, it was to her benefit that they established their relationship, for it provided her with a

him. Erik placed great trust in Blake, his father. If she

arousing suspicion. That was a matter

to be growing beyond control. She would inevitably hurt him, and she hadn’t figured out how to deal with it.

Imogen?” Erik asked as he noticed Imogen’s empty

“No thanks. Eating too much cake would make me

Want to take a stroll by the

unusually happy that night and didn’t want to be apart from

her.

gently.

Erik walked toward the door on the

and got

quickly heating up the interior

backrest, Imogen gazed out of the

the while, Erik focused on driving.

spoke as if they were still adjusting to the sudden

atmosphere inside the car was

a traffic light, Erik suddenly asked, “Imogen, can we announce our

thought seriously for a moment and adopted a professional tone as she replied, “We can, but I hope you’ll block your older relatives from seeing it for now. Also, ensure your friends on Instagram won’t leak this information to the media or other users. I don’t like my private life

ex–wife, which