Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper by Josie Johnson novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222 Imogen Really Doesn’t Want You Anymore 

Seeing the chatting between the two, Grace lightly grunted and got up to the restroom. She dialed Troy’s phone quietly and whispered, “Troy, I’m at Imogen’s house right now.” 

“I’ll pick you up now?” Troy’s voice came from the cellphone. 

“Well. Troy, I… I feel…” said Grace. 

Troy asked, “What do you feel?” 

Grace answered, “I feel like you’re running out of chances.” 

Troy paused and asked, “What happened when you were eating today?” 

“Imogen was focused on talking to Erik and ignored me. After lunch, Imogen didn’t say no when he invited Imogen to go to the movies with him.” 

When saying this, Grace wasn’t nervous in the slightest. 

Troy stayed silent for a few seconds and continued, “Anything else?” 

He thought, “Does Imogen really like Erik?” 

He always felt that something was wrong. 

“And I wanted to spend more of his money, so I ordered many dishes. But Imogen told me not to trick him, saying… that they might get married later. If I keep doing that, she’ll alienate me. Then, they just made a date to have dinner together next time. By the way, Erik even hugged Imogen!” Though it was because Imogen almost fell… 

No sound came from the other end of the phone for a long time. 

Grace was about to say something when Imogen’s voice suddenly came from outside. “Grace, are you okay?” 

Grace said hurriedly, “Imogen, I’m pooping! It stinks!” 

Imogen said, “Oh, let me know when it’s over. I’ll wipe your butt.” 

Grace blushed and said, “Imogen, I can do it myself!” 

She thought, “Hmph, Imogen underestimates me too much!” 

Listening to the sound of footsteps leaving outside, Grace whispered to her watch, “Troy, Imogen really doesn’t want you anymore. You gotta do something quickly. Call you back.” 

She touched the watch screen with her little chubby hand and hung up the phone. 

Hearing the sound, Imogen looked up at Grace coming out of the restroom and said with a smile, “Grace is awesome. You can wipe your butt!” 

Grace was speechless. 

Imogen’s cell phone rang a few minutes later, calling from Troy. 

Picking up, Imogen said faintly and directly, “What’s the matter?” 

Troy said, “Where are you now? I’ll pick up Grace.” 

Imogen answered indifferently, “My house.” 

“Okay, I’H be right there.” 

Troy didn’t want to betray Grace, so he had to make a phone call for the show. 

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang outside the door. 

Imogen guessed that Troy had arrived, but she was still wary and asked behind the door, “Who is 

it?” 

“It’s me, Troy.” Troy’s voice came from outside. 

Imogen opened the door without looking at him and turned her head inside. “Grace, Troy is here to pick you up.” 

Troy silently followed her in and closed the door smoothly. 

“Troy!” 

you come so 

With Mochi in her arms, Grace ran out and pretended to complain, “Troy, why did early? I haven’t played enough yet! Can you sit on the sofa and wait for me for a while?” “Well, go have fun. I’ll wait for you.” 

Grace hugged Mochi and ran to Imogen’s bedroom. “Let’s go, Mochi. I’ll get you cat treats to eat.” As she went in, she gave Troy a wink. 

She pretended to get cat treats for Mochi to give him and Imogen space. 

Glancing at Imogen’s indifferent expression, Troy calmly walked over to the sofa and sat down. “Do you mind?” 

“Will you leave if I say yes?” Imogen asked coolly with her arms crossed over her chest. 

“No,” replied Troy. 

“Then why did 

you ask?” 

Imogen turned around and went into the kitchen after saying that. 

Troy smiled as he looked at Imogen’s back, and a trace of a smile also flashed under his eyes. 

Such Imogen was quite different from before, but he inexplicably found her cute. 

Two minutes later, Imogen came out with a cup of coffee and placed it in front of him expressionlessly. 

“Thanks.” Picking up the coffee, Troy raised his head and looked at her brightly. 

As if she didn’t see it, Imogen turned around and sat to the side, picking up her camera to check the photos taken that day. 

To be honest, she hadn’t thought of a theme for the photo contest yet. She was just trying to find. the feeling now. 

She watched seriously, concentrating. 

Suddenly, she felt an itch in her left ear. 

Imogen reached out and squeezed it, continuing to look through the photos. 

Her right ear itched again. 

She raised her hand and squeezed it. 

But her left ear was still itchy and hot, and her earlobe turned red involuntarily. 

She thought, “Something is wrong.” 

She sat up straight suddenly. As soon as she turned around, she found that Troy had come behind her at some point, with his hands propped up on the back of the sofa, leaning down to blow into 

her ear. 

Imogen’s earlobes reddened, gradually spreading to the roots of her ears. She said furiously, “Troy, 

what’s your problem?” 

She wasn’t good at cursing and always said this. 

With a trace of a smile under his eyes, Troy said with a playful expression, “Yes, I have the lovesickness of being bored when I can’t see you.” 

Imogen said nothing but thought, “Where did he learn to say such nasty things? It’s disgusting.” 

She ignored him and turned away. 

“Imogen,” Troy called to stop her. 

Imogen felt he had nothing good to say, so she walked forward as if she didn’t hear him.