Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 110

Loved Your Enemy

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Chapter 110 Indulgence

The car stopped in front of a restaurant.

It had a typical modern style, with the restaurant’s name on a wall plaque.

Led by the secretary, Imogen entered the restaurant.

It was packed, indicating that the restaurant was quite popular.

Upon entering, Imogen immediately spotted Troy.

Troy was seated inside, in the third row by the aisle. He wore a black shirt and black suit pants. His suit jacket was taken off and draped over the back of his chair.

Troy leaned casually against the chair back, legs crossed, exuding elegance.

Sensing her gaze, he looked towards the entrance, locked

eyes with Imogen.

Imogen quickly walked over, pulled a chair, and sat opposite him.

“What did you do at home this afternoon?”

“I slept all afternoon.”

“Then you shouldn’t be sleepy tonight.” Understanding the underlying meaning in Troy’s words, Imogen shot him a glare.

A waiter came over with menus, one for each of them.

Troy ordered several dishes in a foreign language.

His pronunciation was impeccable, and his voice was deep and magnetic.

It reminded Imogen of her school days when she would repeatedly listen to his foreign language speeches, transcribe them, and practice reading them out loud, trying to mimic his pace and tone. No matter how often she tried, she could never quite satisfy herself.

After ordering, the waiter left.

Imogen rested her elbow on the table, supported her chin, and looked around the restaurant with a bored expression.

Troy watched her.

Her features were delicate and beautiful, with fair skin that seemed almost translucent.

Imogen wore a faint smile, her eyes calm and exquisite, like a serene pool of water.

Half an hour passed, and the dishes were served one after the other.

The first dish was caviar, glistening and translucent.

“This is special caviar, the signature dish of this restaurant. Want to try?”

Imogen nodded, took a piece of bread, and spread a layer of caviar on it.

The round beads of caviar burst into her mouth, releasing a unique flavor that was slightly salty and fishy.

“It’s indeed good.”

Initially, Imogen didn’t like caviar. But after having it multiple times, she grew fond of its taste.

Imogen took a small bite of bread, and in front of her was placed a plate of filet mignon.

Troy cut it into small pieces as usual and placed them before Imogen.

After the main course, there were two desserts, strawberry mousse, and Napoleon cake.

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Imogen devoured both.

After leaving the restaurant, the two took a stroll nearby.

There were many couples walking hand in hand on the street. The pair attracted some attention

from passersby.

They entered a boutique nearby. When they came out, Troy had a rubber band on his wrist.

It was past nine in the evening when they returned to the villa.

Full of enthusiasm, Troy took Imogen to the bathroom for some intimate time.

“No more, not tomorrow,” Imogen said, powerless as she lay on the bed.

They had been quite active these past few days.

Imogen was concerned might not be suitable for the baby.

Imogen blamed herself for being too indulgent.

Thinking this, she glanced at Troy.

“What’s wrong?” Troy asked, pouring water from a kettle and glancing at Imogen.

“Nothing.”

Troy was so seductive.

Imogen could barely control herself.

If Troy knew what was going through Imogen’s mind, she probably wouldn’t get any rest that night.

Troy was away on business while Imogen was touring. After Troy went to the branch office, Imogen would wander around Paris during the day.

When Troy finished work early, he would occasionally accompany Imogen shopping.

A few days later, they prepared to return.

Troy asked his secretary to go back first while he and Imogen stayed in Los Angeles to visit his aunt, Emily, who had settled there.

Henry and Layla had three children.

The eldest was Troy and Leo’s father, who, along with his wife, died in a car accident when Troy

was young.

The second child, now a president of Marshall Group of Companies, rarely interfered with the company’s affairs and instead ran his chain of restaurants.

The youngest was Emily, who had settled in Los Angeles.

Being the youngest and a girl, Emily was especially pampered by Henry and Layla. Even in her fifties, Emily remained somewhat willful.

She remained unmarried.

Henry and Layla were once very concerned about Emily’s marriage and introduced her to various suitable bachelors.

However, Emily didn’t want to get married, and they eventually let her be.

Recently, Emily adopted a child.

Imogen had met Emily a few times in the past decade.

Imogen could sense that Emily didn’t like her. Initially, Emily treated Imogen like she was

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invisible during Christmas.

After Imogen married Troy, Emily’s disdain became more evident, and she even confronted Imogen privately.

Emily’s main argument was that Imogen, with her background, wasn’t suitable for Troy.

But at that time, Imogen, newly married and full of hope for the future, wasn’t going to be pushed around by Emily.

They had an unhappy conversation.

Emily probably also talked to Troy about it. Whatever Troy said to her, Emily hadn’t returned

since.

However, Emily was very fond of Troy, even more so than Leo. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

When Emily learned that Troy was coming to visit, she was delighted.

“Emily.” Troy greeted. Looking at the tall figure before her, Emily smiled happily.

Seeing Imogen by Troy’s side, a brief flash of displeasure crossed Emily’s face.

Imogen caught this fleeting emotion.

Imogen responded with a subtle smile, “Aunt Emily.”

Emily shifted her gaze back to Troy and smiled. “Come in.”

Troy glanced at Imogen, took her hand, and they entered the house.

The living room was simply and cozily decorated.

Emily poured two cups of coffee. “Troy, I’m so glad you came to see me. I didn’t pamper you for nothing when you were a child.”

“It’s my duty to visit you,” Troy replied, his eyes scanning the living room, “Is Grace at school?” Grace, full name Grace Marshall, was the child Emily had adopted.

Imogen had heard of her but had never met her.

Troy had met Grace a few times. During a business trip in July, he visited Emily. Coincidentally, Emily was away for a few days, so Troy cared for Grace. He was pretty fond of the naughty little girl.

“Yes.” Emily nodded. “Grace had been missing you. Stay for dinner tonight.”

Imogen felt out of place, mostly listening as Troy and Emily chatted.

Emily inquired about Henry’s health and asked Troy about his recent activities.

At that moment, Troy stepped onto the balcony to take a call.

The atmosphere in the living room became tense, with only Imogen and Emily present.

Emily’s gaze, sharp as a knife, swept over Imogen.

Imogen felt a slight chill.

Emily stood up and walked to the balcony door, waiting for Troy to finish his call. When he was done, she approached him. “Troy,”

Troy pocketed his phone. “Emily, why aren’t you sitting in the living room?”

“I couldn’t sit still. I wanted to ask you, what are your plans?” Emily glanced at Imogen in the living room, referring to their marriage.

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