Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper by Josie Johnson

Chapter 175

Chapter 175 I Have a Friend

Charlie said, “Imogen, don’t you want to find a hobby? Isn’t photography good? Anyway, you don’t have to worry about other things. You can buy a camera in the future, travel and take pictures everywhere, or shoot pictures for people. It’s nice!”

Imogen smiled. “Okay.”

Troy was not the only one in her life. She wanted to pick up the lost past.

Imogen held the camera and took many photos for Charlie and Alex.

Finally, the three of them took a group photo together.

On the other side, the tour guide and driver were busy lighting the bonfire and bringing out refreshments.

Imogen was tired from taking pictures, so she handed the camera to Alex, but she didn’t want to get in the car and sat by a campfire to warm up.

She overheard a tourist pointing not far away and saying, “There is a car over there, so they must be driving to see the aurora?”

Imogen casually glanced over, only to feel that the car looked familiar.

It was just that it was a local license plate number. So it should be her illusion.

After a long time, the excitement passed, and the coldness came back again. The tourists all sat down by the fire, and they were all eating snacks.

The tour guide brought up the topic, and naturally cheerful tourists joined in immediately. There was a lively scene by the campfire.

A passenger brought a guitar and performed in public, and everyone recorded it.

At the end of the song, a girl suggested. “There are people driving over there. Shall we call them over?”

The tour guide paused and glanced at the black car not far

away.

The girl who proposed thought the tour guide was unwilling, so she didn’t mention it again. Unexpectedly, the tour guide said, “Then let’s go and ask them if they are willing to come.” If they were ordinary people, then he wouldn’t agree. But it was the new boss!

The girl was cheerful and enthusiastic and volunteered. “I’ll ask.”

She trotted a few steps, reached the black car not far away, and knocked on the window. “Hi,

excuse me.”

Yann slightly lowered the car window. “What’s the matter?”

Seeing Yann’s handsome face, the girl was surprised and even softened her tone. “Would to come over and join us?”

Yann raised his eyebrows and looked in the rearview mirror. “Are you going?”

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The girl froze for a few seconds before seeing through the gap in the window that there was another

person in the back seat.

Seeing the man’s face, the girl was taken aback.

Although the lights in the car were not turned on, it was not dim at the moment.

From her perspective, the man’s face had a smooth contour, a clear jawline, and distinct edges.

His eyebrows were full, and his sword eyebrows pressed down, making him look serious. His eyes were like black holes. People would be attracted by just one look.

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I’ll go

with you.”

The girl stared blankly, not even paying attention to what Troy said. Yann pushed the door and got off the car. He said, “He doesn’t want to Seeing that the girl didn’t respond, Yann glanced at her coldly. “Aren’t you going to make way?” “Oh, ok!”

The girl came back to her senses and hurriedly took a few steps back to make room for the door. After Yann got out of the car and closed the door, the girl said to Troy, “Cute boy, are you really not going? Your friend will go, and it’s cold and lonely to stay in the car alone…”

Troy directly closed the car window.

The girl didn’t give up and said to Yann, “Hey, don’t you persuade your friend? How can you let him stay in the car alone?”

Yann said lightly, “He is willing to stay inside. Why do you so care about him?”

The girl didn’t know what to say.

She wondered if they really were friends.

Coming to the bonfire, Yann thanked the tour guide, looked around, and nodded to Imogen. Imogen didn’t pay attention to Yann’s face in the airport and had already forgotten all about it. She looked at Yann blankly, then looked around, not quite understanding why he only nodded at her.

Later, she heard the girl’s friend whisper to the girl, “Fuck! This guy is so handsome.”

Yann was the kind of wild handsomeness, giving people a feeling of unrestrained freedom. The girl glanced at Yann and sounded a bit regretful. “There is another one in the car, more handsome than this one. I want him to come, but he won’t come!”

Troy was the kind of majestic handsomeness, with the feeling of being in a high position, stern and solemn, with an imposing manner.

Her friend said in surprise, “Fuck? Really?? How about we go there again? I want to see that handsome guy!”

The girl glanced at the black car. “I don’t dare. He looks very serious!” “Fine.” Her friend also glanced at the black car and dismissed the idea.

Without a complete understanding, appearance was the first impression.

Yann was handsome and naturally popular.

Many tourists in the team took the initiative to chat with Yann, asking him where his home was, how old he was, and so on. The questions were quite personal.

Yann answered everything he could answer and fooled around with a few random sentences when he couldn’t.

Someone asked him if he came here for work or travel.

Yann replied, “Work and travel.”

“Is it work or travel?”

Yann didn’t explain and said casually, “I came with my friend. He was emotionally hurt and

wanted to go out for a walk. He asked me to go with him. He will pay me for my salary.” After finishing speaking, he had a meaningful expression and smiled at Imogen. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Imogen looked bewildered, always feeling that Yann knew her.

Just now, he seemed to say that he came from New York City?

He must have seen her on the news.

A tourist enviously said, “What kind of friend? Can you introduce me? I also want such a friend.” The girl and her friends could easily guess that the one in the car was Yann’s friend. They looked at each other and silently wondered why God didn’t send them a handsome and rich man? Another tourist was curious. “Hey, your friend is quite rich. He should have a lot of women. Why did he still get hurt?”

The girlfriend of the tourist next to him punched him. “What? Rich people are not allowed to love one woman, right? David, do you mean when you become rich, you want to have a lot of women?” “No, no! Let me explain!” The tourist named David hurriedly said.

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Yann raised his legs casually and said, “He has known his wife for ten years and loves her much. Recently, his wife divorced him. He couldn’t accept it and drank and smoked. every day.” The others had never seen Troy, but the girl had, so she asked in puzzlement, “Your friend is so handsome and rich. Why did his wife divorce him?”

Imogen was also very curious.

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After all, judging from the discussion between the girl and her friend, Yann’s friend was more handsome than Yann. Because of emotional injury, he specially asked his friend to him on the trip and also paid Yann’s salary. It seemed that he was not short of money. “Because she doesn’t love him,” Yann said softly while eating snacks.

The girl was surprised. “Why doesn’t she love him? Why did she marry him if she didn’t love him?”

Yann shook his head. “I don’t know. I heard her family forced her.”

The girl sighed, “It’s a pity for your friend.”

Then, the girl whispered to her friend, “Why didn’t I meet such a perfect man? If I did, I would give him my life!!”

Imogen also felt it was a pity.

It was not easy for a rich man to only love one woman, especially this rich man who was also a handsome guy.

Imogen couldn’t help but think of Troy.

She laughed. Troy was also a handsome guy and also loved one woman.

It was just that he loved Sarah.

She remembered that when she came to Marshall family, Troy was in love with Sarah.

It had been ten years now, but he still loved Sarah.

If it wasn’t for Henry, he and Sarah should be married by now.

Therefore, she envied Yann’s friend’s wife very much because she was loved by her husband. If Troy back then could love her that much…

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Imogen stopped thinking in time, not daring to consider it further.

She shouldn’t think of Troy again.