Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 69

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Chapter 69 He Prefers Daughter

Troy looked at Imogen for a while, then smiled. “Imogen, this is not funny at all. Even if you have conflicts with Charlene at work, you shouldn’t joke like this.”

No wonder Charlene said that.

But he wouldn’t believe it even if Charlene didn’t say it in advance.

Charlene had been in Marshall Group for several years, and he knew well her moral quality and ability. Besides, Charlene had been in a relationship for many years. How could she like him? Imogen was silenced and didn’t speak anymore.

Troy didn’t believe what she said, so why bother to care about her?

Did she forget that Troywas always the best at acting, and she took his worries seriously?

When she was about to go off duty at noon, Imogen received a Facebook message from Troy.

[Come to my office for lunch. I have ordered an extra meal for you.]

Imogen looked at the dialog box and typed a few words: [I’ll eat at the cafeteria.]

Her finger landed on the send button, but she didn’t press it. After a few seconds, she deleted the words and replied: [OK.]

When she got to Troy’s office, the table in front of the sofa was fully occupied by dishes.

Imogen saw a familiar package next to the lunch box.

Seeing Imogen’s sight fall on it, Troy said, “Don’t you like the Black Forest cake I ordered for you? Let’s eat it after lunch.”

Imogen was late to catch on. Troy seemed to be buttering her up with the cake.

If it were before, it would work, but when she saw the Black Forest cake from Afternoon Leisure Bakery, her good mood was suddenly gone, losing her appetite for lunch.

She sat on the sofa, as far away from the cake–wrapping paper bag as if hiding from the plague.

Troy sat opposite her. Halfway through eating, Imogen put down her cutlery. “I’m good.” Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Troy raised his head. “Just eat this little? Eat some more, and you will easily suffer from malnutrition since you ate less in the morning.”

Thinking of the child in her abdomen, Imogen forced herself to eat more.

“Thank you for the meal, Mr. Marshall.” Imogen finished her meal, got up, and left.

Troy reminded her to take the cake away.

Imogen looked at the cake package, and a feeling of resistance rose in her heart.

But for that sweet memory she used to cherish, she had no interest in Black Forest cake at all.

She didn’t like chocolate at all. It was hitter, bitter to the heart.

It was too late to say she didn’t like it.

Imogen leaned over and took the cake away, returning to her office.

The assistant just came in to deliver the materials, seeing the cake in Imogen’s hand, and asked in surprise, “Ms. Forbes likes the Afternoon Leisure Bakery?”

“I don’t like it. It is given by someone else. If you like it, then take it.” Imogen gave the cake away. The assistant didn’t know whether to take it or not. “Is it appropriate?”

“What’s inappropriate? I’ve been excused for so many days. You must be so busy. Just take it as my gift.”

The assistant smiled happily and took the package. “Thank you, Ms. Forbes.”

Troy came out of the bathroom, passed by the stairs, and heard a female voice. “Black Forest cake from Afternoon Leisure Bakery. When did you buy this?”

“I didn’t buy it.”

“How did you get it?”

“Ms. Forbes gave it to me. She was so nice,” the assistant replied.

Troy glanced at the stairs.

Umm.

One female employee was holding the wrapping package from Afternoon Leisure Bakery. Imogen gave her assistant the cake he had bought for her.

All the medicines and equipment that Henry needed were ready.

He could finally be discharged from the hospital and went home.

Troy and Imogen went to the hospital together to take Henry home.

Troy stopped suddenly at the ward entrance.

Imogen accidentally bumped into his back. She rubbed her nose and asked, “Why did you stop?”

Troy turned around and looked at her, then he took Imogen’s hand and walked in.

Imogen pursed her lower lip, took a deep breath, gathered her spirits, walked into the ward, and called “Grandpa” together with Troy.

Henry was delighted with a cheerful face. He waited on the sofa before they came. “You guys are here. Let’s go home.”

Henry stood up on crutches.

Imogen broke free from Troy’s hand and went to Henry to support him. “Grandpa, slow down.”

“No problem.”

Troy didn’t say anything and came to the other side of Henry to support him.

Henry waved and pushed him away. “Look at you, don’t worry, I can walk myself.”

They returned to the old house with Willard’s assistant this time.

Leo was worried about Henry, and when he learned that Henry wanted to go home, he proposed to let Willard’s assistant live in their house for a while.

Henry had to agree.

When they arrived at the house, Henry was in good spirits.

Troy and Imogen talked with Henry and Layla on the sofa.

Before long, Leo and his wife Agnes came with their son Wesley.

Wesley was now four years old and was in kindergarten. He was dignified and strong, attracting affection.

With a small schoolbag on his back, he went to Henry and Layla. “Great–grandpa, Great–grandma.” “Hey.” Henry patted Wesley’s head adorably. “Let me hug you, baby. Why didn’t you go to school

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today?”

“Mom and Dad said they would take me to visit my great–grandfather. I want to be a filial child.”

“Good boy! Wesley, who is this? Do you still recognize them?” Henry pointed to Troy and Imogen.

Wesley looked at them with round eyes and said in a loud voice, “Uncle, Aunt.”

“Wesie has a really good memory.” Imogen smiled and waved at him.

Wesley trotted to sit with Imogen.

Imogen couldn’t help rubbing Wesley’s face. It was so tender.

“Auntie, don’t rub me anymore. I’ve grown up.” Wesley looked at Imogen with round eyes.

Imogen burst out laughing at the sight of his serious expression.

Layla couldn’t help saying, “Wesie and Imogen hit it off. I remember that when he was little, he did not allow anyone to hug him but Imogen.”

“Wesie is too cute. Who doesn’t like such a child?”

“He’s not cute at all. I really regret giving birth to him when he is naughty at home,” Agnes said.

Everyone laughed.

Agnes asked with a smile, “Imogen, you like children very much. When do you and Troy plan to have a child?”

Child issue again.

Imogen frowned slightly and glanced at Troy.

Seeing his little nephew’s lively and lovely appearance, Troy couldn’t help but fantasize. What would his and Imogen’s child be like?

Would the child be more like him or more like her?

More lively or quieter?

It would be better to have a daughter. He preferred a daughter…

Thinking of this, Troy suddenly came back to his senses.

What happened to him?

His marriage with Imogen was still uncertain yet, so why did he suddenly think of the child? Seeing that Troy didn’t speak, Imogen could only answer by herself, “We have no plans for children yet. Let’s talk about it later.”

“It’s true. You are still young, don’t be in a rush. It’s good to enjoy your couple’s romantic first.” Imogen pretended to be shy and lowered her head, with helplessness in her eyes.

She didn’t know whether they were acting or getting along genuinely. At least they seemed to love each other.

Layla smiled, “Imogen, do you like the bracelet Troy gave you last time? Why didn’t you take it out and let us have a look?”

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