Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 280 Does He Also Live Here

“Charlie, we meet again. Merry Christmas.” With a gentle smile, Chad came to the faucet next to Charlie to wash his hands.

Charlie asked coldly, “Why are you here?”

“I come here to do something. How about you?” Chad took out two tissues from the wall next to him to wipe his hands. His every move was pleasing to the eye.

“Just play,” Charlie spat out the words, shook off the water on her hand, and walked away.

Chad took her arm and asked, “Do you mind having a meal with me?”

“Yes.” Charlie shook off Chad’s hand and strode out of the restroom.

After Charlie returned to the dinner table, Imogen saw that Charlie looked bad and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Charlie snorted coldly. “It’s really disappointing to meet a trash.”

Imogen immediately understood who Charlie was talking about. “Does he also live here?”

“Yeah.” Charlie took a few more bites and put down her fork. “I’m stuffed. I’m going back to my room first. Are we going out at night?”

Imogen looked at Yohan.

Yohan glanced at his watch and said thoughtfully, “We can go out at eight o’clock, and I will teach you how to take photos of night scenes.”

“Okay, I’ll go back to have a nap.” Taking her phone, Charlie got up and left.

“Imogen, I’m full and want to go back,” Raising her head, Grace said.

Imogen looked up to say to Yohan, “Well, we’ll go back first. See you in the hall at eight o’clock.”

Yohan nodded in response.

After Imogen and Grace left, only Yohan and Caleb were left here.

Caleb hesitated for a while and said, “Mr. Harrington, that kid intimately called Ms. Forbes Imogen.”

“I heard it,” Yohan said in a deep voice, “Ask someone to investigate who Imogen’s husband is.” “Yes,” answered Caleb.

At this time, Chad came over to sit down opposite Yohan with a plate and pushed up his glasses with his slender fingers. “Did they go back?”

“Yes,” said Yohan.

back from the restroom. She also said that she encountered a trash person. Mr. Willock, you still

than treating me

call Troy, but

in the bathroom, connected

are you?” Troy

the car keys and said to Imogen that he would arrange for someone to drive Imogen’s car back from the restaurant. But Troy

go to Imogen’s house in the name of returning

to take beautiful photos here. Troy, come here quickly. That photographer wants to

I will come there soon.”

located Grace, and then he asked Lane to book a room in the hotel in advance and to investigate the photographer

a little weird. “Are you sure the photographer who goes with Ms. Forbes to take pictures is called

matter?” Troy

Harrington family is actually a photographer?” Lane added, “Yes, in addition, he was actually the chairman of

up.

he’s actually… the chairman of Foreign Association.”

close to Imogen, and maybe…” Troy didn’t say the rest of the words. Troy gritted his teeth and failed to maintain a calm expression.

he repeatedly targeted the Marshall Group because

didn’t dare to

and said, “Call me if there is any situation.” Then, he

relief, Lane quickly took out his mobile phone to book a room for Troy. Imogen and her companions went out at eight o’clock and walked

discovered that Imogen’s photos could be

was so tired that she couldn’t continue, so Caleb picked her up. Back at the hotel after ten o’clock, Imogen lay on the

asleep, and Imogen put down her phone and turned off

Imogen didn’t sleep

but couldn’t wake

1. up.

games, and the atmosphere was lively and

well–dressed man holding a wine glass came over to chat with

with it briefly and hid in the bathroom impatiently. When she accidentally glanced in

3:00

with

pitch dark that nothing could be seen.

Imogen closed her eyes, the image in the mirror in her dream came to her mind, which was Imogen’s belly was swollen as if she was pregnant.

such an outrageous dream? Can it be that I want to carry children too much?” Imogen

her arms, sleeping soundly, and couldn’t help

dream seemed to be what Yohan exactly said.

things Yohan said didn’t seem to be lies, but Imogen

recalled carefully, Suddenly, she felt

“Hiss…”

unbearably held her head in her hands. Several

“Well, stop