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.

fallen into a net called Troy

have encountered a maze and had

Charlie’s voice sounded outside. “Imogen, the water has burned out.

thought of something and

her room, Imogen went out and

water.

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

droplets left on his body or dripping from his hair were crystal

her head again, pretending to read the script. “You can drink

“Okay.”

and picked

was quiet, with a particularly

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his Adam’s apple rolling up and down, and a trail of water overflowed from his mouth, running across his

turned her gaze away and put the script aside. “You call your secretary to deliver your clothes… And ask him to bring some food

Charlie asked

phone is wet, and I can’t turn it on. Can you lend me

phone and handed it to

and took the phone.

mature male body suddenly zoomed in, so Imogen

Lane’s

seconds later, the call was connected, and Lane

spoke on the other

and said, “Hello? Hello? Ms. Forbes?

no one speaking on the other end of the phone.

later, a female voice faintly came from the other end of

Lane was confused.