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.

into a net called Troy and couldn’t crawl

she seemed to have encountered a maze and had been spinning

Charlie’s voice sounded outside. “Imogen, the water has burned out. Do you want to drink it?”

thought of something and changed her

room, Imogen went out and

water.

still dripping with water, and there was only a towel all over his

droplets left on his body or dripping from his hair were crystal clear, sling down his delicate skin and sturdy muscles

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

“Okay.”

and picked up the

with a

1/2

down, and a trail of water

turned her gaze away and put the script aside. “You call your secretary to

Charlie asked about it, she would have

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

the phone and handed it

stepped forward and

suddenly zoomed in, so

Lane’s phone number.

was connected, and Lane

spoke on the other end of the

said, “Hello? Hello? Ms. Forbes? What’s

on the

came from the other end of the microphone. “Didn’t anyone

Lane was confused.