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 and couldn’t crawl out.

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

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

to say no, but then she thought of something and changed her mind again.

room, Imogen went out and went to

water.

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

hair were crystal clear,

lowered her head again, pretending to read the

“Okay.”

over, and picked up

with a particularly pronounced

1/2

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

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

takeout, and if Charlie asked about

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

phone and handed it

stepped forward and took the

zoomed

Lane’s

later, the call was connected, and

the other end of

was puzzled and said, “Hello? Hello? Ms. Forbes? What’s up?”

was still no one speaking on

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

Lane was confused.