Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper by Josie Johnson novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187 Are You Worried? 

“Thank you. None of us are winners.” Imogen put down her fork. 

“I can return domestically, but I want you to send me to the airport,” Troy suddenly raised a condition. 

Imogen was slightly shocked for a moment and thought, “How can he easily let me go?” 

“Okay. When will you leave?” After pondering for a moment, Imogen nodded in agreement. 

“Tomorrow,” Troy answered. 

“Okay,” Troy said. 

Troy picked up the unopened wine on the table and filled the glass in front of Imogen. “Try it. It is the restaurant’s signature wine.” 

Troy poured himself another 

cup. 

Imogen picked up the glass and clinked it with Troy. As the brim of the glass touched her lip and she took a sip, the sweet aroma of wine was full of her mouth, fine and mellow. 

“How do you think it?” Troy asked. 

“Not bad.” Imogen smacked her lips lightly and took another sip. 

“This kind of wine has a high alcohol content. Don’t drink too much.” 

“Okay,” Imogen responded, “Actually, on that day we divorced, I wanted to treat you to a meal, as you invited me to have dinner on the day we got married. In this way, we could have a good separation, but I didn’t expect that accident. I can make up for it today. Tomorrow, you will return domestically for work, and I will continue my journey. We won’t harass each other.” 

When Imogen said these words, her heart was stuffy and sour. 

But she knew it was the right choice. 

“Alright.” 

Troy still showed a faint smile. As he answered, he still felt as bitter as suffering from saltwater 

intrusion. 

Imogen drank a few more glasses of wine, looking slightly intoxicated. 

Under the influence of alcohol, she felt a little dizzy. She put down the glass, rubbing her temples. “That’s it. I should go back.” 

She stood up, suddenly faint, and quickly supported the table to stand still. 

Troy immediately came over to support her. As soon as Troy got close to Imogen, he smelled the familiar fragrance of her hair. “I’ll send you.” 

“No,” Imogen refused. 

“Why? Are you worried that I will plot against you?” 

“Will you do it?” Feeling dizzy, Imogen said suddenly, with a blushing face. 

Troy paused slightly but did not answer. 

Imogen rubbed her head and left first. 

After Troy quickly checked out, he caught up with Imogen, who walked before him with little sloppy footsteps, and helped her leave the restaurant. 

“Imogen, you’re drunk. I’ll see you off.” 

Imogen also knew that she was heavily drunk and thought she might not be able to go back to the hotel alone, so she didn’t refuse Troy again. Troy took her to the back seat of the car. 

Then Troy started the car, looked at Imogen in the rearview mirror, and said, “If you’re sleepy, lie down to rest for a while.” 

“Okay,” Imogen replied in a low voice, looking at the back of the chair, looking relaxed. 

Drinking a few glasses of wine in the winter, under the impact of the alcohol, Imogen felt warm and comfortable, so she didn’t want to move. 

Imogen was still energetic at first, looking at the receding street scene through the car window. Before long, she had no energy to keep her eyes open and then closed her eyes unconsciously. When Troy parked the car in the hotel parking lot, Imogen already fell asleep. 

He gently unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. He opened the rear door and leaned in his upper body. 

By the moonlight, Troy could see the beautiful face of Imogen, sleeping soundly. 

Imogen’s lips were plump and rosy, with a smile, as if she had dreamed of something happy. 

Troy thought, “If only Imogen could always be by my side.” 

Troy tapped Imogen’s warm lips with his index finger, looked at her silently for a long time, and then carefully picked her up from the car and walked into the hotel. 

Gently putting Imogen on the bed, Troy squatted down to take off Imogen’s cotton boots and socks, revealing her white and delicate feet with round and lovely toes. He couldn’t help to pinch. these toes before stuffing them under a quilt. 

Troy helped Imogen to take off her down jacket and used the quilt to cover her. Then he went to the bathroom to fetch some water to help Imogen wipe her face and remove the makeup. Suddenly, as the door of the room was opened, Charlie exclaimed, “dimwit? Why are you She rushed over immediately. “What are you doing to Imogen?” 

here?” 

In the room just now, Charlie heard the sound of the door opening next door, thinking that Imogen had returned, so she wanted to come over and ask about the situation between Imogen and Yann. But Charlie saw Troy, who shouldn’t have been here when she came in! 

Troy lightly looked up at her. “Hush.” 

He continued to wipe Imogen’s cheeks with a towel gently. 

Then Charlie finally realized that Troy was removing makeup for Imogen. “What’s wrong with Imogen? Did 

with Imogen? Did you drug her?” Charlie speculated solemnly. Troy looked up at her, gloomy and horrible, and Charlie suddenly felt fearful. 

This man’s aura was so strong that she couldn’t stand it. 

But for her good friend, Charlie still plucked up the courage to say, “I am warning you. Imogen has already divorced you, and if you do something to hurt her, I will risk my life not to let you go.” 

After hearing this, Troy’s expression turned gentle a little. 

Although Charlie always pushed Imogen to date other men, which was very annoying, she was sincerely kind to Imogen. 

For the sake of Imogen, Troy let her go this time. 

“Imogen drank some wine and fell asleep,” Troy explained unprecedentedly. 

Charlie was a little surprised but also breathed a sigh of relief. 

Troy put the towel in the basin and carried the basin to the bathroom. 

Charlie went to the bedside to touch Imogen’s forehead and felt Imogen’s breathing before she was relieved. But she still looked in the direction of the bathroom vigilantly. 

Seeing Troy come out of the bathroom empty–handed, Charlie immediately asked, “Didn’t Imogen go to have dinner with Yann tonight? But why are you with her?” 

Troy didn’t answer it but walked towards the door. “Take care of Imogen.” 

“Hey!” Charlie said. 

When opening the door, Troy suddenly paused, turned his head slightly, and looked at Charlie calmly. “Don’t show her those photos on your phone again!” 

“It’s none of your business,” Charlie answered. 

“Otherwise, I’ll ask someone to hack your phone, or I will just smash it. Which one do you prefer?” “Well…” 

Charlie fell silent. 

She’d better not show those pictures to Imogen. It’s more important to protect the phone. Besides, it’s a pity that the photos collected with her great effort were deleted. 

Moreover, there were photos and other good stuff on Charlie’s phone. If a hacker saw and published them, her good image would be ruined.