Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper by Josie Johnson
Chapter 333.2

Chapter 333.2 Are You Going to Film? (2)

Next, Troy called two more secretaries, but no one answered.

He looked at Imogen in embarrassment. “Maybe they have something to do now.”

Just that was so coincidental?

Imogen took the phone and glanced at the call record, but it was indeed not connected. The call with Lane had already been deleted by Troy by inputting other secretary numbers.

Imogen only assumed that the first call he made was from another secretary and asked, “Didn’t you call Lane?”

Troy said, “I don’t know if he has finished his work today. Let me call him.”

He dialled Lane’s phone number.

After dozens of seconds, no one answered, and the call was automatically hung up.

Troy showed Imogen a glance at the interface.

“All right.”

She frowned. “You sit down first. I need to read the script. Don’t disturb me, and I’ll try calling again later.”

“Read the script?” Troy raised his eyebrows, and his eyes fell on the script in her hand. “Are you going to film?”

“Yes.”

“What kind of script?”

“As for the last one, it turned out to be Sarah’s role. She couldn’t make it anymore, and the director couldn’t replace a suitable one for a while, so the director asked me to come.”

Upon hearing it, Troy changed his expression slightly.

If he remembered correctly, this character was a witch, and her clothes were relatively revealing compared to those from a wealthy family.

“If you want to film, I can choose some good roles for you.”

“No,” Imogen refused directly. “I’m just helping the director fill a gap, and the role of Suzy is also quite good.”

Although she was a villain, she was not a brainless villain.

Troy lowered his eyes.

After the divorce, she worked both as a photographer and an actress, which seemed much more diverse than before.

Previously, he had never seen her have any hobbies. After work, if there were nothing else, she would go straight home.

Troy sat down by the bed and said no more.

The room fell silent.

Imogen put down the script, took her pajamas, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After blow–drying her hair, she saw Troy still sitting by the bed, reading her script

“Have you contacted them again?”

“I contacted them, but no one answered.”

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Troy raised his eyes. His eyes darkened, and his Adam’s apple rolled up and down.

Just after taking a shower, her eyes were moist, and her delicate skin was pink.

It was too coincidental.

Imogen glanced at Troy suspiciously. “Give me your phone.”

Troy raised his eyebrows, took out his mobile phone from the coat in the dirty clothes basket, and handed it to Imogen.

Imogen pressed and turned on the phone, but it didn’t respond.

It seemed to be really bad.

Was it really a coincidence?

“What should we do?” Imogen frowned and casually placed his phone on the table.

“If

you don’t mind, can I go to the guest room to spend the night?”

“No.” Imogen flatly refused.

It would be terrible if Charlie discovered it.

She could imagine the disappointed gaze of Charlie.

“Then…” Troy hesitated.

There was only one choice for him, which was to sleep with her.

And it was the sleep of being naked.

Imogen rubbed her forehead impatiently, took out a blanket from the cabinet, and spread the two blankets on both sides of the bed.

“You should sleep under a new blanket.” She placed a pillow upright between the two of them. “You can’t cross the line.”

“Okay,” Troy agreed.

Imogen sat on the bed and watched some acting videos for a while before turning off the lights and going to bed.

The last time she and Troy slept together was… two days ago…

Imogen thought of something, and her face turned slightly red in the darkness.

In the room, there was only the sound of two people breathing.

After some time, Troy, next to her, flipped over.

He suddenly leaned against Imogen’s ear, and his hot breath sprayed on her ear. “Are you asleep?”

The voice was slightly hoarse, deep, and magnetic.

Imogen didn’t answer him, and Troy didn’t say anything.

Subsequently, Imogen heard a rustling sound that persisted.

As Imogen understood what Troy was doing, her face turned red, and she didn’t dare to …ove.

The next morning, Imogen was staring at Troy with dark circles under her eyes.

Troy’s expression remained unchanged. “What’s the matter?”

“It’s okay.” Imogen gritted her teeth.

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