Chapter 111


    Chapter 111 Mismatched Love


    Chapter 111 Mismatched Love


    Troy looked up and exchanged a distant nce with Imogen. “I don’t have any special ns.” Emily


    expressed surprise. “Didn’t Sarah juste back?”


    “Yes.”


    “So, you’re not divorcing her?”


    “Emily, I have my ns.”


    “I’m just worried you’ll be wronged. You’re the best child in the Marshall family. Your wife should at least


    be from a prestigious family. Imogen is not at your level. How can you be proud of such a wife? Henry


    also leaves people speechless. He doesn’t consider anyone’s background and just brings them into the


    family, even trying to match you two. It’s all so mismatched!”


    “Emily, I don’t feel wronged. Please don’t bring this up again.”


    Emily looked at him disapprovingly. “Didn’t you say you would divorce her?”


    “Emily!”


    Troy cast a wary nce at Imogen.


    Imogen probably didn’t hear.


    “Ok, you’ve grown up and have your thoughts now.” Emily turned and left the living room.


    Troy returned to Imogen’s side and sat down. “Emily has always been like this, willful for decades.


    Don’t mind.”


    Imogen smiled. “I know. We only meet once or twice a year. I won’t mind.”


    In the evening, Troy went to pick up Grace from school in ce of Emily.


    Imogen didn’t want to be alone with Emily at home, so she also went with Troy. On the way, Imogen


    asked, “How old is Grace? Which grade is she in?”


    Troy replied, “She’s four this year, still in kindergarten.”


    Imogen raised her eyebrow. “Four years old?”


    Imogen hadn’t expected Emily to adopt such a young girl.


    “Yes, so Grace calls Emily grandma and me uncle.”


    The car stopped at the kindergarten’s parking lot. Dressed in a suit, Troy looked tall and handsome with


    his broad shoulders and slim waist.


    Troy rested one hand on the car roof, and as he moved, the well–fitted suit outlined his shoulders,


    revealing his toned muscles.


    The charm of a man was always subtly disyed.


    The area where Emily lived was a gathering ce for locals in Los Angeles.


    Many of the students and parents at this kindergarten were of local descent.


    Some familiar parents proactively greeted Troy.


    Children lined up and exited the kindergarten as the school let out, running toward their parents.


    Troy carefully identified the children when a little pink cannonball suddenly rushed over, hugging his


    legs and looking up, shouting, “Troy! You came to see me!”


    Troy bent down and effortlessly picked up Grace. “Yes, I came to see you. Did you miss me?”


    Grace hugged Troy’s neck, gave Troy a peck on the cheek, and said childishly, “Yes.”


    Troy smiled and opened the car’s back door, but Grace said, “I want to sit in the front with Troy.” “You’re


    too young. You can sit in the front when you’re older.”


    Grace retorted with her big round eyes. “Then you have to save the front seat for me!”


    Troy smiled and didn’t reply, cing Grace in the back seat.


    As Grace settled down, Imogen was seated in the front passenger seat, turned around, and said with a


    smile, “Hello, Grace.”


    Upon seeing Imogen, Grace’s eyes widened in surprise. “Who are you? Why are you sitting in Troy’s


    front seat?”


    Grace’s puffed–up expression amused Imogen. “I’m Troy’s wife.”


    Grace looked incredulous.


    “Don’t believe me? Ask Troy.”


    Grace looked at Troy, who had just settled into the driver’s seat and pouted. “Troy, is this woman your


    wife?”


    Troy fastened his seatbelt and nodded as he looked in the rearview mirror. “Yes, she’s my should call


    her Imogen.”


    wife. You


    Grace looked heartbroken and sighed like a little adult, “Uncle, I don’t like you anymore! I’m not talking


    to you! Hmph!”


    Imogen chuckled, unbuckled her seatbelt, and moved to the back seat, “I’ll sit with Grace.”


    The precocious little girl nced at her. “You’re my rival in love!”


    Amused by her solemn expression, Imogen replied, “Yes, I’m your rival.”


    Just then, Troy’s phone rang. He put on his Bluetooth headset to answer, “What happened?”


    His voice suddenly became stern and questioning.


    Imogen noticed his furrowed brows in the rearview mirror.


    Whatever was said on the other end of the call, Troy responded firmly, “Fine! Don’t make excuses.


    Just stabilize the situation. I’ll handle it when I get there!”


    After hanging up, he removed his headset and tossed it into the storage box.


    “What happened?” Imogen asked.


    “There was a mistake made by an employee at the Paris branch. I need to go handle it,” Troy


    replied, looking at Imogen through the rearview mirror.


    “How long will you be gone?”


    “Two days. What do you n to do? Come with me?”


    “The holiday is almost over. I’ll head back to New York City first.”


    “Alright, I’ll have my secretary pick you up when you arrive.”


    “Okay.”


    “Where’s New York City?”


    The little eavesdropper beside them chimed in.


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    Troy chuckled, “Grace, I thought you weren’t talking to me?”


    “Hmph.” Grace lifted her chin. “I didn’t ask you. I asked Imogen.”


    Imogen smiled at her mischievous expression and nced at Troy. “New York City is in America. It’s


    where your uncle and grandmae from. Maybe one day, your grandma can take you there to visit.”


    The little girl nodded thoughtfully. “Definitely.”


    Children’s moods changed quickly. Grace said she would ignore Troy, but on the way, she couldn’t help


    but share with Troy the exciting things that happened at school.


    Once they got to know each other, it became clear that Grace was quite the chatterbox.


    When they returned to Emily’s vi, Imogen had taken Grace down and led her into the house. As they


    walked, Grace suddenly stopped and looked up at Imogen.


    “Why did you stop?”


    “Why are you so pretty?” Grace asked, tilted her head with a troubled expression.


    Hearing the child’spliment, Imogen smiled gently. “You’re pretty too, Grace.”


    Grace shook her head, and looked distressed. “I am pretty, but you’re older. How can I snatch uncle


    away from you?”


    Amused by her adult–like worries, Imogen replied, “Troy will always be your uncle.”


    “But I want to be his wife.”


    Imogen knew that children speak without thinking, but she still nced at Troy’s retreating figure twice,


    her gaze sharp as a knife.


    This sly fox was so charming!


    Soon after, Grace whispered, “I think Grandma doesn’t want you to be Troy’s wife.”


    Imogen was surprised by the child’s words. “How did you figure that out?”


    Grace pursed her lips. “During the summer break, Troy came to see another woman. I wanted to go


    with him, but he refused.”


    She looked around sneakily. “Grandma likes that woman.”


    “Thank you for telling me, Grace. You’re so smart. But this is our matter. We’ll handle it.”


    “Ah, handsome men are always fickle. My uncle is no exception.” The little girl looked troubled. Imogen


    chuckled and patted her forehead.


    The other woman Grace mentioned must be Sarah.


    Imogen had known that Troy visited Sarah in July. Hearing Grace mention it now didn’t stir any


    emotions in her.


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