Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 93

Chapter 93 You Lost

“Troy, don’t push your hand so hard,” Sarah said.

“Sorry.”

Everyone took their talking interactions as flirting.

Flirting while dancing did have a different kind of fun.

Imogen remembered the day she danced with Troy, the way he flirted with her and made her cheeks flush as if, in an instant, they were closer, like they were going to do some intimate thing.

They would have been in perfect harmony that evening if Sarah had not called.

Unfortunately, there was no if.

Sarah was a solid barrier between them.

By the end of the first tune, guests on the floor were also dancing in teams.

Troy let go of Sarah’s hand as his thoughts wandered, and she pulled him back as a result.

“Troy, don’t you want to continue?”

“What I have promised you, I have finished,” Troy said.

Sarah bit her lip aggrievedly and tugged at Troy’s sleeve.

Troy glanced at her hand and said faintly, “There’s a lot of people here. So, I will show respect, and you better take it.”

Sarah had no choice but to loosen Troy’s sleeve. Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

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“Sarah, you should have heard the story of the cry wolf. If this goes on, my feelings for you will eventually wear out, and I hope you know what I mean.”

“Troy, I realize my mistake. I’m sorry, and I missed you…”

In fact, he had a ring for her that day.

but I was really worried that you wouldn’t arrive that day,

Even if she didn’t let Cedric come, he would still come to her.

It was just that she thought she was smart. Pretending to be falsely aggrieved with a trick, but instead, she made Troy loathe her.

Troy had heard these words all over again

He interrupted her, “Okay.”

Troy turned his head and was about to walk over in Imogen’s direction when he suddenly realized she was gone from the corner.

He stopped, eyes searching the crowd,

Catching Imogen’s frame, Troy’s eyes darkened.

At the moment, Imogen was dancing with Liam.

Liam came to invite her to dance. How could she refuse?

Imogen was not a good dancer, and she noticed a burning line of sight falling on her, making her feel as if she were on pins and needles, and she made a few wrong footsteps before she finally finished the song.

Imogen waved her hand at Liam. “No more dancing. Any more dancing would be too embarrassing.”

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“It’s okay. I’ll slow down a bit. Just do it again. You’ll get better with practice.”

“I’ll try again then.” They danced a second tune.

Troy found a seat and cupped a glass of red wine in his hand.

In the middle of the dance floor, Imogen and Liam danced several tunes, one after the other. Imogen’s steps became steady and lighter, and more effective.

Troy’s eyes became more and more gloomy.

The

song ended, and someone pushed the cake out. The cake had ten layers, and each layer of the style was different from the other, exquisitely good–looking.

The people formed a circle and sang the Happy Birthday song with their hands clapping. “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…”

The song ended with a tidal wave of applause.

Time to cut the cake.

The first cut was made by Sarah, who cut off a piece first and gave it to Kevin of Cloudwater City. “Troy, will you cut it for me?”

Without a word, Troy took the plastic knife from Sarah’s hand and began cutting the cake from top to bottom.

There were quite a few female celebrities in the room. In order to stay in shape, they could skip eating the cake. But they couldn’t refuse to take over it.

Everyone was savvy. Even though some of them got the cake, they huddled around and didn’t leave, trying to find ways to strike up conversations.

Imogen stood on the periphery, in no hurry to go inside.

Liam asked, “Do you want to eat cake? How about I get a piece for

you.”

“No, I’ll pick it up myself later. I would like to say birthday wishes to Ms. Page.”

Liam felt that what Imogen said was very reasonable, so he nodded. “Alright.”

But what Imogen had in mind was the opposite of him.

Sarah’s birthday party was coming to an end soon without any incident. If, at the end of this, she appeared in front of Sarah, smiled, and told her a happy birthday. Sarah would definitely be disgusted.

Thinking of this scene, Imogen couldn’t wait.

People began to leave.

The number of people gathered around the cake truck got a bit less as well.

At this exact moment, Sarah shouted, “Who doesn’t have a cake yet?”

Imogen answered with a smile and stopped forward, “Me.”

“Just a moment…” Sarah’s smiling expression froze in the blink of an eye at the sight of Imogen, and for a moment her face scrunched up a little.

Imogen’s smile grew wider. “Troy, I don’t have any cake yet, and then give me a slice. Ms. Page, Happy birthday. I waited outside for so long just to say this to you personally.”

Saying that she glanced at Sarah’s finger to see the style of the ring, and sure enough, it was the same one on Troy’s car.

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Those who didn’t know the situation thought how deep their love was.

But Sarah understood that Imogen was deliberately trying to gross

her out.

But at this moment, she had to smile and say, “Thank you.”

Imogen said in response, “You’re welcome.”

Troy took a look at Imogen, picked one with two strawberries and cut it off, and handed it to her.

“Thank you, Troy. Wow, I have two strawberries.”

Troy pursed his lips.

Imogen had a smile on her face, but he felt incredibly out of place. He had envisioned that

Imogen might be cold, oblivious, or argumentative towards him when she returned, but he hadn’t expected her to be smiling as if nothing had happened.

Imogen left with the cake and said casually, “Troy, you should go home early tonight.”

Troy responded, “Okay.”

The response was easy to let people imagine.

But they Subconsciously assumed that the home Imogen was referring to was the old Marshall mansion. So that there wouldn’t be any problem.

Only Sarah, fists clenched in her hands, darkness flashing under her eyes, wanted to slap Imogen. It was just that she had to be patient at that moment, and she couldn’t show there was anything different.

Otherwise, there might be speculation about Troy’s relationship with Imogen.

Imogen looked at Sarah’s way of swallowing her anger. Her heart was particularly refreshed.

Maybe she should have done this a long time ago, repeatedly testing the edges of publicizing their relationship. Challenging Sarah’s taut heartstrings.

It was the only way to make Sarah angry but had to hold it in.

After eating the cake, Imogen went to the bathroom.

When passing the stairs, Sarah called to stop her, “Imogen.”

In the dark stairway, Sarah was wearing an exquisite princess dress, which seemed a bit out of place.

“Ms. Page, what do you want?”

“I have something to tell you.” Sarah turned and walked towards the stairs.

“About what?” Imogen walked up the steps unhurriedly and came in front of Sarah.

Imogen guessed that Sarah probably wanted to show off to her.

Brag to her about what happened on September 20th and about today’s birthday party.

Sarah stands in the shadows, looking at Imogen with cynicism. “Imogen, you lost! I told you Troy would be there for me on September 20th. He stood by my bedside all night. Imogen, I would have divorced him if I were you!”

Imogen’s face was unperturbed. “Yeah? But the next day, he chased me down to where I was living during my business trip and promised me…”

Imogen paused, and her eyes were meaningful. “Do you want to know what he promised me?”

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