Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 333,1 Are You Going to Film? (1)

Chapter 333.1 Are You Going to Film? (1)

She leaned against the door and breathed a sigh of relief. When she opened her eyes, she saw Troy standing in the center of the room, his hair scattered, his body naked, and his distinct abdominal muscles extending downwards, disappearing under the bath towel.

The bath towel around his lower body was pink, one of Imogen’s bath towels. His skin was already delicate, paired with a pink color that didn’t go against him, but instead appeared even more delicate.

After this year, Troy would be thirty years old.

He had handsome facial features and a superior bone appearance. Time had left no trace on him, and he still looked young and powerful.

Imogen’s ears felt hot, and she quickly looked away. “What are you doing standing for? Why don’t you go take a shower?”

Troy smiled. “Okay. By the way, didn’t you say she was asleep?”

“Can’t she wake up halfway?” Imogen glared at him and thought, “Why he had so many questions?!”

“She can.”

Troy smiled and went to the bathroom.

Imogen breathed a sigh of relief and sat down by the bed.

Listening to the pattering water in the bathroom, she was in a state of confusion and didn’t know what to do. She picked up the script and flipped through two pages at will.

She had clearly decided not to be deceived by Troy anymore and not to have close interactions with him, but…

Imogen lay back on the bed, wailing silently.

a net called Troy and couldn’t

she seemed to have encountered a maze and had been spinning in

water has burned out. Do you want to

then she thought of something and

returned to her room, Imogen went out and went to the kitchen to get a

water.

His hair was still dripping with

his body or dripping from his hair were crystal clear, sling down

glanced up at him, then lowered her head again, pretending to read the script. “You can

“Okay.”

nodded, walked over, and picked up

with a

1/2

of water overflowed

and put the script aside. “You call your secretary to deliver your clothes… And

and if Charlie asked about it, she would have an

water glass. “My phone is wet, and I can’t turn it on. Can you lend

the phone and handed it to

forward and took

mature male body suddenly zoomed in, so Imogen

Lane’s

connected, and Lane said, “Hello? Ms.

one spoke on the other end of the

“Hello? Hello? Ms. Forbes? What’s

on the other

a female voice faintly came from

Lane was confused.