Chapter 215
Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper
Chapter 215 Using His Charm on Her!
Suddenly, it became quiet.
Imogen looked up and caught a glimpse of the deep gaze in Troyâs eyes. She immediately realized, just like a rabbit caught in a trap, she panicked and said, âAre you home? I thought you had something to do! Why are you taking a shower in the guest room? Why now?â
Strange!
Too strange!
She suspected that Troy was using his charm on her!
Troy casually shrugged. âI did have something to do, but now I donât. As for why Iâm taking a shower in the guest room, Grace is watching cartoons in the master bedroom. And why now? Because I stayed up late playing games with Grace last night. Are you satisfied with these
answers?â
Imogen coldly looked at Troy, snorted, and turned to the master bedroom.
Suddenly, Troy grabbed Imogenâs wrist.
âWhat are you doing?â Imogen struggled.
Troy held Imogenâs hand and placed it on his abdominal muscles, saying, âDonât you want to touch?â
Her delicate and soft fingers touched the clearly defined muscles, familiar warmth spread at her fingertips, and Imogen felt a sudden heat, hurriedly withdrew her hand, and glared at Troy. âTroy. Are you crazy?!â
Without waiting for his reply, Imogen walked away with large strides, directly pushing open the door to the master bedroom.
Grace was sitting on the small sofa, holding a tablet and watching cartoons. She looked up when she heard the door open, and her eyes brightened. âImogen, youâre here!â
For some reason, Imogen could still feel the feeling of warmth and elastic texture. Imogen pinched her fingers, steadying her mind. âGrace, letâs go.â
âWait for me!â
Grace quickly turned off the cartoon. âLetâs go.â
Imogen quickly walked downstairs with Grace.
Once they were out of the living room, she could feel a sharp gaze on her, like needles.
She resisted the urge to turn around and continued forward.
Grace turned around and waved toward the secondâfloor terrace. âIâm going out to play with Imogen!â
âOkay, listen to her words.â A voice came from behind.
âI know.â
Imogen took Grace to the amusement park, and they played many attractions.
After coming down from the Corsair, Grace was still extremely excited.
Imogen bought her a cotton candy, looked at her watch, and said, âAlright, Grace, itâs time to eat.â âOkay!â Grace licked her cotton candy, and her eyes lit up. âWhat are we having for lunch today?â She really liked yesterdayâs lunch and dinner and had been looking forward to todayâs lunch all
morning.
âIâve already made a reservation at a restaurant. Today, we have à la carte service, so when we get to the restaurant, you can choose whatever you want from the menu.â
âI want meat!â Grace exclaimed.
âThere will definitely be meat, lots of meat.â Imogen smiled and said, âBy the way, Grace, thereâs one of my friends joining us for lunchâ¦â
âIs it that person named Erik Hale?â Graceâs mind was quick.
Imogen awkwardly touched her nose. âYes. Itâs him.â
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Grace widened her eyes with an expression of being deceived. âImogen, you said you reply to him, but now youâre going to have lunch with him. Youâre lying! Wooâ¦Wooâ¦â Imogen, like a cheating scumbag who didnât want a divorce, hurriedly explained to Grace, âGrace, donât be upset. I am really just friends with him. Weâre just having a meal together! Think about it, if I really had something with him, I would go alone. How could I bring you along?â
Before, Imogen had also thought about whether or not to bring Grace to have dinner with Erik.
After thinking about it, she still decided to bring Grace.
She decided to just treat it as casually dining with Erik during their leisure time.
She couldnât make it seem like she was facing a great enemy.
After all, Victor and Blake knew she was the daughter of Ignacio. If she appeared to be
deliberately close to Erik, she would surely raise suspicions.
Moreover, this dinner was really just for discussing work with Erik. They wouldnât talk about anything else.
Some things need to be taken slowly.
Grace turned her small face away, with an aggrieved expression. âWhat I care about is not whether you bring me along or not. Itâs that yesterday you clearly said you wouldnât reply to him, and now youâre going to have lunch with him. Youâre lying to meâ¦No, youâre just fooling me. Youâre treating me like a little kidâ¦Wooâ¦â
âGrace, no, reallyâ¦â Imogen explained incoherently, âIâm not fooling you. Itâs justâ¦unexpected circumstancesâ¦â
âWhat unexpected circumstances?â Grace pouted and glanced at her, her eyes filled with disbelief.
The truth couldnât be said.
What unexpected circumstances could there be?
After thinking for a moment, Imogen wore a complicated and tangled expression. âGrace, let me tell you the truthâ¦I do have some feelings for him, but you obviously favor your uncle, so I didnât reply to his message in front of you yesterday.â
Grace was shocked, her mouth opened wide, and her big eyes stared at Imogen, full of disbelief.
âImogen, you like him? What about my uncle?â The little girl had a look of almost crying on her face. âReally, he really likes you! He told me that he accidentally lost you, but he will find you back. If he canât, he will never marry. Can you give him another chance?â
âGrace, Iâm sorry, but I must tell you, itâs impossible anymore. I have already found someone I like, and your uncle has found someone he likes, too. We canât be together anymoreâ¦â
Chapter 215 Using His Charm on Her!
Since she had already said that she liked Erik earlier, Imogen had no burden when she mentioned it again.
Yes, she was interested in Erik.
She would not only say it in front of Grace but also in front of everyone so as not to arouse suspicion.
Graceâs eyes welled up with tears, and she dropped her cotton candy on the ground. âNo! I want you to be my aunt.â
Imogen felt an intense pain in her heart when she saw Graceâs tears.
She bent down and hugged Grace, gently patting her shoulder. âDonât cry, donât cry. I will buy you more candy, okay?â
âI donât want candy. I just want you.â
âGrace, I really canât fulfill your wish. Since you donât like Erik, do you still want to have lunch with me? If you donât want to, I will take you home.â
Grace paused for a moment, thought for a few seconds, and said, âLetâs go! I want to have lunch with you!â
She muttered to herself, âI want to see what this Erik is like. How can he compare to my uncle? Hmph!â
Imogen looked at her sulking expression, like a puffedâup puffer. Imogen couldnât help but pinch Graceâs little cheeks and said, âLetâs go have lunch.â
Imogen brought Grace to a private room.
Erik hadnât arrived yet, and the waiter brought utensils and the menu.
To comfort Grace, Imogen placed the menu in front of her and said, âGrace, whatever you want to eat, just choose freely.â
Grace looked up and asked, âAre you treating, or is he treating?â
Imogen replied, âHeâs treating.â
âOh, then Iâll order more dishes.â
Imogen smiled helplessly and tapped the little girlâs forehead.
Grace wrinkled her nose and hummed softly. âHe already took you away. Canât I eat more of his food?â
Imogen was speechless.
Suddenly, Imogen felt some sympathy for Erik.