Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 167

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“So should we join them?” Imogen asked.

“Let’s see how our itineraries match up. Many people from our country who come here for vacation usually go directly to Tromso. The longer you stay, the more expensive it gets. They’re college students, so they might not stay in Oslo for long.”

Then, Charlie looked at her phone with a cheeky expression. “I’ve added him on Facebook. He’s s young.”

“What is it? You trying to date a younger guy?” Alex joked.

Charlie rolled her eyes at him. “If anyone’s going to date, it would be Imogen.”

Imogen lifted her head in confusion. “What’s it got to do with me?”

“He wanted to add you on Facebook at first! He even approached you first!”

“He just wanted to compensate me for dry cleaning,” Imogen stated bluntly.

“Any one would have run away happily after you told them no compensation was needed. Yet, he was the contrary.”

Alex said, “I bet! He couldn’t possibly have run into Imogen from where he was. I think he did it on purpose so that he could get your contact.”

Imogen felt they were reading too much into it and was about to speak when Charlie continued, “Imogen, haven’t you heard this saying? The fastest way to move on from a relationship is to start a

new one. You’re single now, and someone is interested in you. Isn’t that just nice? Or are you still hung up on that dimwit?”

Imogen immediately shut her down. “No.”

“Imogen, don’t be so resistant. Just let things flow naturally. If you have a chance to travel together and encounter a beautiful romance under the northern lights, it would be quite romantic,” Alex said.

Imogen didn’t reply to that.

Charlie looked at her phone again. “He said his name is Erik Hale.”

As Charlie had guessed, Erik and his friends were heading to Tromso tomorrow to chase the northern lights, while Imogen’s group would stay in Oslo for a few more days.

Erik sent a regretful emoji. [Maybe we’ll meet in Tromso.]

[Yeah, have a great time.]

[Charlie, could you tell me the name of the girl whose clothes I accidentally stained? Can you give me her Facebook?]