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Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 70

Chapter 70 Don’t Distance Yourself From Me Anymore

Imogen froze for a moment and exchanged a glance with Troy. She smiled at Layla and said, ‘Grandma, I forgot to bring it this time. I promise I’ll bring it for

you next time.”

Agnes chimed in, “Is it the Ocean Heart from the Eventbrite Charity Dinner? I’ve heard about it, but I couldn’t attend that night. I didn’t expect that it would be taken by Troy and given to Imogen. Imogen, you have to bring it out sometime and let me have a look.”

Although she could muddle through in front of Layla, she didn’t expect that Agnes would speak up. Then things might not be easy to handle.

‘What do you mean by letting you have a look? Leo, isn’t that unfair? How can you make sister–in–law envious? Leo, you should get one for her too. I heard the raw material of the Ocean Heart is quite big. They must have made a lot of bracelets out of it, and this one is just a test piece. for the owner,” Imogen said.

“Really?” Agnes’s attention shifted as Imogen intervened.

Imogen nodded. “Of course it’s true.”

Agnes glanced at Leo.

Leo smiled helplessly. “Alright, alright, I’ll have someone keep an eye out for it. Once there’s news, we’ll intercept it.”

“That’s more like it.”

“Leo is really good to Agnes.” Imogen looked at their interaction and couldn’t help but envy them from the bottom of her heart.

“And Troy is also very good to you,” Agnes said, “He casually buys bracelets worth tens of millions. of dollars without any

hesitation.”

Imogen curled her lip and nodded in agreement but didn’t say anything further.

Imogen thought, “Troy is indeed generous with me when it comes to money. But he’s equally generous with Sarah. If there is only one item, it will definitely belong to Sarah. Only what Sarah – doesn’t want will belong to me, just like the piece of cake he casually threw at me. I am always settling for second best, always the plan B.”

Troy had remained silent all this time, watching Imogen forcibly put on a smile in front of Layla and his sister–in–law to help smooth things over. He felt an indescribable sensation in his heart. The bracelet wasn’t with her at all. Where could she find one to show to Grandma?

Before long, Henry’s spirit waned, and he started dozing off. The assistants and maids helped him upstairs to rest.

Layla said to them, “If you have anything to do, you can leave now. You don’t have to stay here all the time, circling around us. If there is any situation concerning Henry, I will give you a call. It’s the same as usual. Just come visit on weekends.”

“Alright, Grandma, we’ll leave first,” Leo said.

“Okay, go ahead.”

“Wesley, say goodbye to your Great–grandma and your uncle and aunt.”

“Goodbye, Great–grandma. Goodbye, Uncle and Aunt,” Wesley said in his childish voice. “Goodbye, Wesie.”

After Leo, Agnes, and Wesley left, Imogen and Troy also said their farewells to Layla and held

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Once they were out of the living room, Imogen pulled her hand out of Troy’s grip.

Troy’s hand was left empty. He glanced at Imogen’s back and reached out to hold her hand again.

Imogen tried to pull away, but Troy’s grasp tightened, and she couldn’t break free no matter how hard she tried.

“What are you doing?” Imogen paused and looked at him coldly.

“I should be asking you, what are you doing?” Troy retorted.

“What do you mean?”

Troy looked their joined hands and shook them. “You said that Grandpa wants us to genuinely get along and asked me to take real action. I’m doing just that, but you’ve been distancing yourself from me, not giving me a chance.”

Her detachment had been so obvious these past few days.

“I haven’t distanced myself from you.”

“You haven’t? Then what’s this?” Troy asked while shaking their hands, “I even saw you giving the cake to your assistant.”

Imogen’s lips twitched.

Imogen wanted to ask him if the cake from years ago was something Sarah didn’t want,

it to Imogen.

But she realized it wasn’t necessary to ask. It was probably true.

At that time, they weren’t close, and Troy had no reason to buy her a cake.

And if she had asked, he would have known that she liked him.

She couldn’t let him know.

“Can’t explain?” Troy pressed.

Imogen looked up at Troy. “Are

up at Troy. “Are you serious?”

so he gave

“Of course, I am,” Troy met her gaze and said, “I’ve always been serious about keeping the promise with Grandpa.”

Imogen lowered her eyes, silent. These past few days, she had indeed faintly felt Troy’s concern, but she no longer trusted him. She couldn’t accept it calmly.

Or maybe she was afraid.

She was afraid that she would fall into it again, unable to extricate herself, losing herself. She didn’t dare to accept it.

Seeing Imogen’s silence, Troy leaned closer and pressed her head against his chest. “Imogen, don’t distance yourself from me anymore. Since you’ve agreed to Grandpa, why not try to genuinely get along with me?”

“It depends on how you behave,” Imogen said softly.

Imogen thought, “Let everything take its course.”

She would stop distancing herself from him, but she wouldn’t take the initiative to be intimate with him. She needed to make sure she could detach herself promptly before the pain came.

“Alright. Can we move back to the master bedroom then?” Troy asked cautiously, “A harmonious marital life can promote marital affection.”

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Imogen twitched her mouth.

Their sex life had been harmonious for the past three years, but there wasn’t much marital affection between the two.

Imogen said, “We can, but you can’t without my permission…”

“I know.”

With the help of the maid, they moved back to the master bedroom that night.

The maid was very happy to see them get along well and helped them decorate it, scattering rose petals on the bed and lighting scented candles.

The atmosphere was sultry.

This was their bridal bed, where they had slept together for three years.

Returning to this bed again, with someone lying next to her, emitting an undeniable heat, Imogen felt a bit nervous. She closed her eyes but couldn’t fall asleep for a long time.

“Imogen,” Troy whispered, “Are you asleep?”

“No,” Imogen softly replied.

“Do you want to hear a story?”

“Yes.”

In his low and slow voice, Troy told a story.

When the story was finished, Troy asked again, “Are you asleep now?”

“No,” she answered. Her mind was surprisingly clear.

Troy propped himself up and leaned closer to Imogen. His warm breath brushed against Imogen’s face. “Since you can’t sleep, how about some sleep–inducing exercises?”

“You said you needed my permission.” Imogen understood his meaning and avoided him.

“Do you give permissiori now?”

“Nope.”

“Really?” Troy asked while raising an eyebrow.

Imogen bit her lip, and in the darkness, their eyes met. She remained silent.

Troy knew she was being contradictory. He turned over and covered her, kissing her lips. Just as they were about to proceed further, Imogen suddenly pushed him away, yawned, and said, “I’m tired. Let’s go to sleep.”