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.

to have fallen into a net called Troy and couldn’t crawl

seemed to have encountered a maze

sounded outside. “Imogen, the water has burned out. Do you want

then she thought of something and changed her

her room, Imogen went out and went to the kitchen to

water.

out of the bathroom. His hair was still dripping with water, and there was

dripping from his hair were crystal clear, sling down

glanced up at him, then lowered her head again, pretending to read

“Okay.”

and picked up the

quiet, with a particularly pronounced

1/2

and down, and a trail of water overflowed from his mouth, running across his neck and into his collarbone.

“You call your secretary to deliver your

that Imogen ordered takeout, and if Charlie asked about it, she would have an explanation.

and I can’t turn it on.

and handed it

stepped forward and took the phone.

mature male body suddenly zoomed

dialled Lane’s phone number.

later, the call was connected, and Lane said,

the other end of the phone.

was puzzled and said, “Hello? Hello? Ms. Forbes?

no one speaking on the other end of the phone.

faintly came from

Lane was confused.