Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper by Josie Johnson novel Chapter 325

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Chapter 325.2 The Way You Are (2) 

Imogen raised an eyebrow. 

She recalled Judith’s complaints. 

Two days had passed, and given Nicolas‘ busy work schedule, Judith likely had the opportunity to inform him about what had happened that day. However, Nicolas’s lack of discernible reaction indicated that he might not consider it a significant matter. 

“People have their preferences. Maybe your brother likes her just the way she is,” Imogen responded. 

“Yeah, you’re right,” Troy agreed, “Just like me. I like you the way you are.” 

Imogen playfully shot him a glare. 

The guy Imogen had once privately looked up to as a rare gem had, over time, morphed into a slick and charming smooth–talker. 

They had slept in that day, and it was already noon when they finally wrapped up breakfast. The afternoon passed without much happening, and before they knew it, the evening had rolled. around. 

They decided on escargots and spaghetti for dinner. 

Due to Imogen’s influence, Troy ate with a slightly uncomfortable expression. 

How on earth could anyone eat escargots, of all things? 

Suddenly, the idea of eating mutton didn’t seem so unappealing to Troy. 

After dinner, they took a stroll on the streets. 

Troy asked, “Heading back?” 

Imogen shook her head, glanced at Troy, and smiled. “I feel like hitting a bar.” 

Troy hesitated for a moment. “Drinking at this hour isn’t a good idea.” 

“You don’t need to drink. I’ll take care of that.” Imogen quipped. 

Imogen wasn’t sure if her intent or Troy’s health prevented him from drinking, but he remained. quiet. 

Frustrated, she exclaimed, “If you’re not coming, I’ll go alone!” 

Twenty minutes later, they reached a bar on the ground floor and located a booth to sit in. 

Imogen ordered a drink, savoring it slowly while Troy contented himself with a cup of hot water. The bar was packed with people drawn by the energetic rock singer on stage, the colorful flashing lights on the dance floor, and the dimly lit atmosphere. 

Imogen wasn’t a fan of the rock genre, perhaps because she was nostalgic and preferred listening to older songs. 

A thought crossed her mind, and she nudged Troy’s arm. 

Troy responded, “Hmm?” 

“Go up and sing a song.” 

Troy paused, looking at Imogen in disbelief. When he realized she wasn’t joking, he replied, “Sorry, but that’s a no–go. Customers aren’t allowed on stage…” 

“You’re a customer here? I thought Hector owned this place, right?” Imogen raised an eyebrow and 

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countered. 

Troy hesitated. “Well…” 

Imogen had an excellent memory. 

Troy dialled Hector’s number while Hector was out socializing with his buddies. 

Hector hushed his friends when he saw Troy’s name on the screen and picked up the call. “Hey there, Troy. What’s going on?” 

Troy cut to the chase, catching Hector off guard. “I can’t believe it, Troy. Why do you want to sing on stage?” 

“Stop with the small talk,” Troy retorted. 

“Alright, let me make a call to let them know.” Hector hung up. 

the phone. 

His nearby friends were in disbelief. “Troy? He wants to sing on your stage?” 

“Yeah.” Hector nodded and dialled a phone number.