Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 97 She Was a Mystery

Troy said in a deep voice, “Just do as I tell you.”

Cedric was silent for a moment and then nodded.

Troy put the phone back in his pocket and walked slowly, holding Imogen’s hand.

The atmosphere was quiet.

After a long time, Imogen said, “Cedric would apologize to me. If you want to call Hector and the

others, won’t you make Cedric lose face in front of them?”

“So what?”

“I don’t think it’s necessary to call Hector and the others.”

In the past, this was what Imogen precisely hoped for, and now her wish would come true. But she was

not as happy as she imagined.

It seemed like this was a dispensable thing.

If he had introduced her in front of his friends when they were just married, she would have been very

happy.

But if it was announced now, his friends would not recognize her because of the matter between him

and Sarah. And they would think that she snatched Troy away from Sarah.

Even if they respected her superficially for Troy’s sake, they would not wish her well from the bottom of

their hearts.

Just like Cedric now.

Troy stopped and looked at Imogen.

“Why don’t you think it’s necessary?”

Imogen moved her lips. “Do you still remember when you asked me to call Sarah sister–in–law?”

At that time, he took Sarah to meet his friends, and Imogen came to greet them. How long had it been

since then?

In a blink of an eye, the woman beside him became her.

She really couldn’t read this man.

Troy held Imogen’s wrist, rubbing her thumb lightly. “Don’t worry, I’m here.”

Even if his friends didn’t like her, they still had to hold back in front of him.

Just like Cedric. Even if he was reluctant, but still had to apologize to her.

Imogen didn’t say anything more.

The two walked along the neighborhood for a while and returned to the villa.

Troy came out of the bathroom and saw a water glass and two medicine bottles in front of Imogen.

He frowned slightly and walked behind Imogen. “Is the stomach not feeling well? Go to the hospital?”

Hearing the voice, Imogen was frightened. Then she calmed down. “No need.”

Troy refused. “It hasn’t recovered after such a long time, and a minor illness will become serious. I will

accompany you to the hospital tomorrow.”

“It’s really not necessary. When I was diagnosed, the doctor said that I was suffering from a

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chronic disease and needed to be recuperated for a period of time.” Imogen looked at Troy and

said proactively, “Don’t worry, I don’t shy away from seeing a doctor. There is really no big problem

now. If I was really uncomfortable, I would take the initiative to see a doctor.”

After hearing what Imogen said, Troy had no choice but to nod. “Don’t try to be brave.”

“Okay.”

In the evening, Troy came out of the study after finishing his work and opened the door of the main

bedroom.

Imogen was already lying on the bed and fell asleep.

He walked lightly to the side of the bed, looking at Imogen’s sleeping face, peaceful and beautiful. But

she was still curled up, bowing like a shrimp.

He walked into the bathroom, came out in a bathrobe after a while, threw off the quilt, and went to bed.

He leaned against Imogen and stretched out his hand to pull her into his arms.

The warmth approached from behind, and Imogen stuck to it unknowingly.

The sun was shining in the room. Imogen rubbed her sleepy eyes and glanced at her phone. It was five

minutes before seven o’clock.

He was not here. Only the place where he slept was still warm.

Troy must have gotten up to go for a run.

Imogen got up, dressed, washed, and went downstairs to eat, and Troy was already waiting for her

downstairs.

After breakfast, the two went to the company together, like countless days in the previous marriage.

In the back seat of the car, Troy took Imogen’s hand and put it on his lap to play with.

Her skin was very white, and blood vessels could be seen on the back of her hands. Her fingers were

slender and pale, and her nails were light pink.

“I’m not at the company in the afternoon. So, I’ll go directly to the clubhouse in the evening and ask the

driver to pick you up after work.”

“Have a schedule?” Imogen asked.

“I have an appointment with others to play golf,” Troy said.

It was not simply playing golf, but talking about business through it, which was better than sitting in a

formal meeting room.

“Good.”

“Would you like to come with me?”

“I have to work. How about you let me resign?” Imogen shook Troy’s hand.

Troy smiled. “No.”

Imogen didn’t expect him to agree.

She couldn’t help but think of the child in her womb. Counting the time, it had been almost thirteen

weeks.

It was time for her to go for a pregnancy test.

Now, she still didn’t know how to talk to Troy, and their current state was not stable.

When they arrived at the company, the two entered the elevator one after the other, parted ways

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at the corner, and went back to their offices.

Before leaving, Troy squeezed Imogen’s palm with an affectionate look.

“Let’s go.” Imogen pushed him.

Troy walked towards the office.

Imogen withdrew her gaze and turned around to see Charlene standing not far away. She was looking

straight at her with a tense face and a little gloom in her eyes.

Imogen smiled faintly at her. “Charlene, good morning.”

Charlene didn’t speak.

Imogen didn’t expect Charlene to answer and went straight to her office.

Charlene stood where she was, looking at Imogen’s back, with her hands hanging down. She couldn’t

help clenching them tightly.

She closed eyes and recollected the scene just now in her mind.

Even though Troy and Imogen were not overly intimate in behavior, Troy’s eyes showed everything.

Charlene swallowed. Her throat was tense, and her heart was sore.

She thought again of the time when she first met Troy.

He was wearing a black shirt with two buttons undone, suit pants with a low–key and delicate belt, and

handmade leather shoes. His figure was tall and straight.

Holding documents between his good–looking and slender fingers, he gave an inaugural speech on the

stage, his tone unhurried and calm.

When his gaze swept over, he was calm. But there was a kind of majesty that could not be ignored. At

the sight of him, Charlene was impressed by his temperament.

Just because she was two years older than Troy, she was automatically classified as the elder sister.

Even if the employees joked, they would not make fun of her and Troy, as if they felt that they were not

a natural match.

Age was an insurmountable chasm.

Charlene also knew that a mature and powerful man like Troy would only like women who were

younger than him. She was directly excluded.

Afraid of being ridiculed, she could only suppress her feelings and declared to the public that she had a

boyfriend.

She had been secretly paying attention to Troy.

It was also because of this that she realized early that the relationship between Troy and Imogen did

not seem to be pure brother and sister.

They often came to work together. And at noon, when there was no one in the office, Imogen went to

Troy’s office for dinner.

If Troy was at the company in the afternoon and had no entertainment or other schedules in the

evening, they would leave work together.

Before she confirmed it, Sarah returned from abroad.

The news was overwhelming.

At this time, Charlene confirmed that the person Troy loved was indeed Sarah.

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But the relationship between him and Imogen was still confusing.

But now Charlene was sure.

They must sustain sexual connections, as the little gesture like pinching the palm of the hand was

suggestive and intimate.

Although Troy seemed to have a clean private life on the surface, he would be thirty years old next

year. It was the prime of his life. So there would always be women around him to meet his physical

needs.

What Charlene didn’t expect was that Sarah had already returned home, and Troy often went out with

Sarah. But he still maintained an inappropriate relationship with Imogen in private.

But to think it over, it was normal. How could a rich man be loyal to a woman?

Presumably, Troy, like other bosses, had a weak sense of morality when it came to sexual

relations.

So.

A thought came to Charlene’s mind.

She bit her lower lip.

Imogen could do it. Why couldn’t she?

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