Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 129

Chapter 129 Then Who Do You Like?

Imogen clenched her hand.

As if sensing her thoughts, Leo spoke up, “Don’t worry, Grandpa is not an unreasonable person. He only wishes for your happiness, and I will help persuade him…”

“I…” Imogen was about to say something when footsteps approached from behind, accompanied by Troy’s voice, “Imogen? Why haven’t you gone back yet? Is Leo here too?” This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Leo smiled at Troy and said, “I was just having a chat with Imogen.”

Leo had a gentle temperament, and Imogen found that she and Leo got along better when she stayed at the Marshall villa.

Troy didn’t suspect anything and simply told Imogen, “I noticed that you didn’t eat much earlier. Go back and have some more.”

“Okay,” Imogen replied calmly.

Leo’s gaze shifted between them for two seconds before he spoke again, “I’ll head back too. Otherwise Agnes will suspect that I’ve been smoking outside.”

Troy noticed the cigarette butt on the ground, and his lips curved slightly.

Leo whispered, “Don’t tell her.”

“You smell like smoke.” Troy said while raising an eyebrow.

Leo paused for a moment, then sniffed his shoulder helplessly. “I’ll go for a walk outside before coming back.”

After lunch, two cars drove out from the Marshall villa and stopped at the cemetery.

Ever since they started coming to the cemetery, Troy had been silent.

It had always been this way in previous years.

At first, she was puzzled. Troy grew up by his grandfather’s side, and his father had passed away early, so she didn’t expect him to have such deep longing, even after more than ten years.

But now she understood.

Leo put flowers in front of the tombstone.

“Dad, Mom, Agnes and I brought Wesley to see you! Wesley, call Grandpa, Grandma.” Wesley looked at the gravestone, still naive but obediently calling out, “Grandpa. Grandma.” Meanwhile, Troy only squatted down to put flowers without saying a word. He didn’t even call out ‘dad‘. Whether it was due to a lack of emotional attachment or because Leo was present, Imogen couldn’t tell.

Imogen watched Troy’s silent figure and felt a mixture of complex emotions.

After paying their respects, they drove back to the city.

“Should we go back to the Marshall villa or home?” Troy held the steering wheel, looking straight

ahead.

“Let’s go

back to the Marshall villa! We rarely have the chance, and I want to spend some time with Grandfather and Grandmother.” Imogen said.

“Alright, I have some things to take care of. I’ll drop you off at the villa and come pick you up later tonight.”

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“Okay.”

After dropping Imogen off at the old residence, Troy drove away.

By the time Troy finished his work and arrived at the Marshall villa, it was already past eight o’clock.

Henry was weak and already preparing to rest.

Troy didn’t have a chance to say anything and left with Imogen after bidding farewell to Henry and Layla.

Once they got in the car, Troy started the engine and took out a square jewelry box from the storage compartment, handing it to Imogen. “I bought this on the way here. Would take a look and see if you liked it.”

The interview questions, personally discussed with him by the host, focused on financial matters. In the end, there would be a few questions about his personal life as a response to recent public

attention.

Previously, he had chosen not to go public, partly for Sarah’s career and partly because he didn’t like others prying into his privacy. He had no need to explain anything to internet users. These two reasons were related to Sarah and himself.

He had overlooked Imogen’s feelings.

But now, he chose to accept the interview for one reason alone. He didn’t want Imogen to bear any blame anymore!

She should stand by his side openly!

After speaking those words in front of the camera, he felt a sudden release of tension in his heart, and he felt much lighter.

After the dinner gathering, he rushed over to see her. On the way, he passed by a jewelry store, and a necklace caught his attention.

Imogen calmly opened the box. Inside was a white gold necklace, a design that suited her temperament perfectly, low–key and luxurious.

“Thank you.” Imogen showed little surprise on her face, closed the box, and placed it on the dashboard.

Troy furrowed his brows slightly.

He thought, “Does she not like it?”

“Are you busy with work tonight?” Imogen suddenly asked.

“Why?” Troy responded.

“I have something to discuss with you.‘

“Can’t we talk about it now?”

Imogen glanced at the traffic in front of them. “It’s better to talk about it at home.”

She was afraid of a tragedy like Thomas and his wife happening to them.

Once they returned to the Galaxy Villa, Troy placed the car keys on the table, took off his jacket, and hung it on the hanger. He poured a glass of water for himself and Imogen, and asked, “What

you want to talk about?”

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“Troy, let’s get a divorce.” Imogen said calmly.

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Troy stood there, frozen in place upon hearing her words. He poured water absentmindedly, staring at Imogen in disbelief. “What did you say?”

He didn’t even realize that the cup had overflowed.

“I said, let’s get a divorce.” Imogen looked into Troy’s eyes and repeated herself.

At that moment, Troy felt a sudden impact on his heart.

He looked at Imogen, unable to hide his astonishment, forgetting that he was pouring water. He just allowed it to scald his fingers and soak his sleeve.

As Imogen saw him remain silent, she continued, “Let’s keep it a secret from grandfather and get the divorce certificate. We’ll keep it hidden as long as we can.”

Troy continued to look at Imogen, still silent.

“Hey, Mr. Marshall, why are you pouring water like that?” Sue came out of her room, saw Troy pouring water onto the floor, and quickly took the cup and kettle from his hands, saying, “Be careful not to scald yourself. I’ll get some ointment.”

“No need! Go back!” Troy suddenly spoke, his voice terrifyingly cold.

Sue trembled in fear, realizing Troy’s anger. Without saying anything, she hurried back to her

room.

She didn’t forget that Imogen was pregnant and told Troy before she left, “Mr. Marshall, please talk peacefully. Don’t lay a hand on her!”

Sue closed the door to her room, and only then did Troy show a cool expression with a hint of darkness in his eyes as he asked, “We were doing fine, so why suddenly mention divorce?” “We were already planning on divorcing, weren’t we? There’s no point in dragging it out.” she replied.

“Whether there’s a point or not is not for you to decide!”

“I don’t want to argue with you about this. I’ve already made “I don’t agree!”

up my

mind!”

“I remember Grandpa said that if he were to pass away and we still wanted to divorce, then we should. Grandma won’t stop us. You promised that. So, what’s the point in dragging it out now?” Ever since their last visit to the hospital, when Henry fell ill, Imogen had realized that the doctor was hinting that Henry didn’t have much time left.

Over the past few days, she had slowly come to accept this fact, to accept that Henry would leave her.

Indeed, Imogen was now concerned about Henry, so she could only bring up the topic of divorce in private.

Once Henry passed away, she would find a way to separate from him, to file for divorce, or even run away so that he couldn’t find her. Even if he resisted, all that would remain would be an empty marriage, unable to return to what it was before, unable to be like an ordinary couple in daily life. “Then tell me, why do you suddenly want a divorce? Is it because of the recent scandal? I’ve already clarified it…” The interview video was editing urgently and would be released tomorrow, and no one would curse at Imogen anymore.

“It’s not because of that!” Before he could finish, Imogen interrupted him, saying, “If there had to be a reason, it would be because I don’t like you!”

Chapter 129 Then Who Do You Like?

Troy stared at her intently and asked word by word, “Then who do you like?! Is it Liam?!”

Before Imogen could answer, he suddenly pounced forward, pinning her down on the sofa, pressing his body against hers. His large hand tightly gripped her wrists, his eyes turning red as he roared, “Do you like him that much?!”

Imogen struggled and twisted her body. “Troy, let me go!!”

But Troy only tightened his grip, trapping her legs, and with his remaining hand, he slipped it under her clothes, moving along her abdomen, caressing her soft skin.

Imogen’s body stiffened, afraid to struggle any further.

In the midst of his fury, Troy didn’t notice Imogen’s abnormality. He lowered his voice and asked, “If we were to have a child here, would you still choose to divorce?”