Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper by Josie Johnson
Chapter 188

Chapter 188 Why Could She Think Troy Was Cute

“Really? Why aren’t you impressed?” Troy had doubt in his eyes.

The fact was Imogen had been an exchange student there for a year. For better or worse, she

should be pretty impressed.

Imogen touched her head. “At the end of the exchange, and before I returned home, I was in a car accident. I can’t remember a lot of things.”

She had lost her memory due to the car accident, just as he had guessed.

But Troy was still puzzled. What about the child?

Did the child die in the car accident with Imogen? Or was it something else?

“Why were you in the accident? Were you badly hurt?”

“I can’t remember. I was hurting my head, so I woke up with a vague memory of many things.” Imogen’s eyes were empty as she reminisced.

She had tried to remember those things, but the more she remembered, the less she could recall. Then she just gave up.

Troy frowned when he heard that.

There was nothing of the child in Imogen’s description. It was like she didn’t even know of the

child.

The accident came at a weird time. It was as if it cut things off straightforwardly, leaving everything unaccounted for.

Did someone take the baby while Imogen was in a car accident? Or had the baby been gone Imogen before she got into the car accident?

from

Troy struggled to remember until he finally remembered something. “So

you were afraid your grandparents would worry, so you told them you’d stay there for summer camp and come back later.”

That summer vacation was almost over before Imogen returned from overseas. She told her grandparents on the phone that she was going to a school camp.

Troy had only heard Grandpa mention it occasionally. At that time, Imogen wasn’t even his friend, only a little more familiar than a stranger, so he didn’t even put it in his mind.

Perhaps because of Troy’s mention of her grandfather, Imogen was a little sad and nodded. “Yes. I’m afraid my grandparents are worried.”

Troy felt uncontrollable distress.

He tried to touch Imogen’s cheek but changed direction when his hand reached mid–air. His hand landed on her shoulder, and he patted it gently.

Imogen was alone in a foreign country, lying alone in the hospital, her memory blurred. The countless heartaches and sorrows were buried in her heart, and she bored them in silence.

He also recalled that Imogen had mentioned last night that she was afraid to say anything about the swollen fingers and abdomen when she was eating,

These may seem like small things, but in places he didn’t know about, there were countless other small things like this, all buried in her heart and suffered in silence.

He only blamed himself for realizing it too late.

She came to the Marshall family at sixteen, and it had been almost ten years since then.

She had grown from a young and tender girl to a gentle and elegant young woman.

He could have accompanied her all the way and witnessed her transformation with his own eyes, but it was a pity that he didn’t seize the opportunity.

She was like an inconspicuous rose in the corner, budding and silent. Unfortunately, he never noticed.

He didn’t have her in his eyes.

Nor had he ever properly appreciated this moment when the rose was in full bloom. When he looked back, she had refused to bloom for him anymore.

Imogen sighed softly. “It’s almost time for boarding. Why don’t you get into the terminal?”

Troy raised his hand to glance at his watch and looked at Imogen reluctantly. “I’ll go “Okay.” Imogen nodded.

Troy stood still for a moment as he asked again, “I’m really leaving, okay?”

“Okay.” Imogen nodded.

“I’m really leaving.”

then.”

Imogen couldn’t help but be annoyed, so she just pushed him. “Just go inside! Don’t miss your flight!”

Troy glanced at Imogen and hesitantly walked to the door of the terminal, stopping in his tracks. Imogen waved her hand back and forth. “Get in. Have a good journey!”

Though she still had a small smile on her lips, she couldn’t wait for him to leave quickly.

With a helpless look on his face, Troy finally waved his hand towards Imogen and turned around. to enter the terminal.

Watching Troy go through security and disappear, Imogen turned to leave the airport.

Thinking about the way Troy looked just now as he took one step and turned back three times, Imogen couldn’t help but smile.

He was like a child standing in front of a school saying goodbye to his parents, reluctant but helpless.

She had never seen Troy like that before. He was kind of cute and childish.

Smiling, Imogen’s face froze, and she hastily put her smile away.

What the hell was going on in her head?

Why could she think Troy was cute?

It must be another one of his disguises.

For the past three years of her marriage, she’d been deceived by his fake gentleness. This time she was almost compelled again.

“Imogen, why don’t you just stop thinking about it?” She thought.

Imogen took the bus back to the hotel and immediately told Charlie and Alex.

Seeing Imogen, Charlie immediately asked, “Come on. What exactly happened last night? Didn’t you go to see Yann, and what happened to that dimwit?”

Chapter 188 Why Gould She Think Troy Was Cute

Imogen simply said, “That friend of Yann’s is Troy.”

Charlie and Alex both understood through one sentence.

Charlie hung his fists and cursed angrily, “Fuck, the dimwit is so insidious to use this trick. No wonder we meet Yann everywhere we go. It seems that they have been following us all along!” Charlie cursed and then asked, “Did the dimwit bully you after you guys met yesterday?”

Bully?

Imogen’s mind wandered to Troy’s words. “What part of your body haven’t I touched?”

She hastened to stop thinking about that word. “Nope. I’ve cleared it with him. He got on a plane back home this morning and won’t be following us.”

“I hope he keeps his word!” Charlie muttered, “Well, it’s a shame about Yann. I thought you truly loved him…….”

As planned, they would return the rental car, take a cruise to Svolvaer, and take a car from Svolvaer to the Lofoten islands for their own drive.

They arrived back in St. Petersburg on the sixth day.

The journey would come to an end when they returned from St. Petersburg.

Before Alex left, the three went to dinner together and took group photos.

Imogen, Alex and Charlie headed to the airport together the next day.

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After Alex returned home, Imogen and Charlie had connecting flights from Moscow and Shangray to Sydney. It was about thirty hours on the road.

Alex’s flight was earlier, and Imogen and Charlie saw Alex off, saying they would meet again when they got back home.

Two hours later, after checking in, Imogen and Charlie took the ferry to the foot of the plane and up the stairs.

They had bought economy class, which was connected, and Imogen had chosen a window seat. Imogen got on the plane and made her way down the narrow aisle. She looked carefully at the numbers on the wall, searching for her seat.

But her seat was already occupied by a young woman. She was stylishly dressed, wearing a gorgeous mink coat, an elaborate lady’s bowler hat, luxury brand earrings, a limited edition watch and valuable sunglasses.

Imogen glanced at the stub in her hand, double–checked her seat, and politely said in focal language to the woman, “I’m sorry, lady, you’re sitting in my seat.”