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.

she came back from the restroom. She also said that she encountered a trash person. Mr. Willock, you still have a long way to

is better than treating me like

was about to call Troy,

the bathroom, connected to the phone, and whispered,

are you?” Troy

someone to drive Imogen’s car back from the restaurant. But Troy

house in the name of returning the key. However, Imogen wasn’t home!

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

I will come

up the phone, Troy immediately located Grace, and then he asked Lane to book a room in the hotel in advance and to investigate the photographer named Xavier.

“Are you sure the photographer who goes with

Troy raised his eyebrows.

head and said, “Xavier is Yohan.” Troy frowned. “What? The eminent head of the Harrington family is actually a photographer?” Lane added, “Yes, in addition, he was actually the chairman of Foreign Association when Ms. Forbes had a further study

paused, then looked up. “Say it again?”

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

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

shit! Yohan! Could it be that he repeatedly targeted

didn’t dare to take a

suddenly rose from his chair and said, “Call me if there is any situation.” Then, he strode out of the office.

companions went out at eight o’clock and walked along

photos could be refined,

so Caleb picked her up. Back at the hotel after ten o’clock, Imogen lay on the bed and

was already sound asleep, and Imogen put down her phone and turned

night, Imogen didn’t sleep well.

but couldn’t

1. up.

together to play games, and the atmosphere was lively and happy.

man holding a wine glass came over to chat with Imogen.

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

3:00

widened her eyes, with her heart beating

room was so pitch dark

in her dream came to her mind, which was Imogen’s belly was swollen as

dream? Can it be

Grace huddled in her arms, sleeping soundly, and couldn’t help but reach out

seemed to be

said didn’t seem to be lies,

felt a

“Hiss…”

wrinkled up, Imogen unbearably held her head in her hands. Several scenes flashed through

stop thinking about