Chapter 227
Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper
Chapter 227 Canât Restrain
The tall figure enveloped her. She felt extremely oppressive.
The strong smell of wine came from the man in front of her. Imogen frowned slightly and held her breath.
Hearing the sound of locking the door, she felt a chill behind her back. She forced herself to calm down and took the initiative to ask, âTroy, are you crazy? Why do you drag me here?!â
Troy pursed his lips tightly. His eyes were deep, staring at her without blinking.
Imogen felt scared, so she pushed him away hard, but it didnât work.
He curled his thin lips, showing a mocking smile, and asked, âYou donât know? Why did you escape as you saw me?â
Imogen looked at his pupils composedly and said, âI didnât escape.â
âOh? Didnât you run away?â Troyâs eyes were complicated. His voice was low, and his sexy Adamâs apple rolled up and down.
Imogen shook her head quickly and denied, âI didnât run away.â
Troy smiled, but his expression became more complicated. âSince this is the case, Erik is a talent, and Whitmore Technology also intends to hire him. Why donât you recommend him to me?â
Imogen was silent for two seconds and said, âHe indeed got Whitmore Technologyâs offer, but he finally chose Marshall Group, which means that Marshall Group is more attractive to him, and it is useless for you to know him now.â
Troy said, âSince you donât recommend him for me,
donât recommend him for me, Iâll go find him myself.â
Then, Troy pressed the doorknob and made a gesture to go out.
Imogenâs expression changed, and she immediately grabbed him. She shouted, âTroy!â
Troy lowered his eyes and squinted at her. He asked, âWhatâs wrong?â
Imogen hesitated.
Grace was just a child, so Erik would not mind her.
But Troy was different.
If Erik found out that she and Troy attended the reception together, Erik would not be able to keep
in touch with her.
It was also difficult for her to learn about the truth from Erik.
Seeing Imogenâs silence, Troy sneered, put his big hands on the door, and approached Imogen. He said, âDidnât you say you didnât run away? Why are you so afraid that he will see me?â
Troy wondered, âDoes she really like Erik?â
Imogen couldnât help leaning back. She leaned against the door to leave the distance between her and Troy. She said, âYou and I are already divorced. If we let him know that we attend the reception together, there will be a misunderstanding.â
Troy said, âMisunderstanding? So many people know that we come together. Why are you only afraid of his misunderstanding?â
Imogen tried to explain, âBecause uhâ¦â
The handsome face in front of her suddenly enlarged.
Troy pressed her against the door, tightly kissed her lips, and bit her roughly as if he were venting
some dissatisfaction.
He was scared.
It didnât matter if anyone thought that he was deceiving himself.
He just didnât want to hear those words from her mouth!
Imogen stared wideâeyed for a few seconds, shook her head, and struggled. She pressed his arms against his chest and said, âTroy, let me goâ¦â
Troy didnât move at all, even took a step forward, pushed her legs apart with his knees, pinched her jaw with one hand, and clamped her two slender wrists with the other.
He originally just wanted to kiss her lips.
However, her lips were soft and sweet. The moment they kissed, it immediately brought back the memories of those nights in his mind.
He thought Grace said Imogen was so fragrant and softâ¦
So fragrant and softâ¦
He clearly knew how soft and fragrant Imogen was.
Those intimate memories couldnât be removed from his mind.
Troy felt he was hot, as if there was a fire in his body, which became more and more intense. Troy couldnât help deepening the kiss. His hand pinched Imogenâs chin at first, and then he slowly caressed her neck and ears. The rubbing of the skin brought a trembling itchiness and revealed desire.
As their bodies touched, Imogen immediately noticed the change in Troyâs body.
The bitter and spicy taste in his mouth reminded her that Troy couldnât restrain himself after drinkingâ¦
She panicked and struggled desperately. âLet me go.â
Unexpectedly, the more she struggled, the more obvious Troyâs reaction became.
Under the catalysis of alcohol, Troyâs whole body was scorching, and the hot hit his brain as if trying to burn his sanity to dust.
He felt his hand was not under his control, and he loosened Imogenâs wrist spontaneously.
Imogen thought he was going to let her go.
In the next second, there was a chill in her chest. He tore off the oneâshoulder neckline of her dress and began to knead her breasts with his big hands.
Troy felt it was really soft.
âUmâ¦â
Caught off guard, she let out a low mon from her throat.
The atmosphere was sexy.
Suddenly, there were footsteps outside, and someone stopped at the restroom door.
The doorknob was pressed, but the door would not open.
The man outside asked suspiciously, âExcuse me, is anyone inside? Could you please open the door?â
Imogenâs hand on Troyâs shoulder stopped pushing and refused. She did not dare to move.
Troy was stunned and came to his senses instantly.
He opened his eyes and looked at Imogenâs eyes at close range.
Her eyes were clear and bright. The color of her pupils was distinct, like jewels submerged in
water.
The lips of the two touched each other. Their breaths intertwined, and neither of them moved. The man didnât hear a response for a long time, turned, and left.
Troy immediately raised his head, left Imogenâs lips, and said in a hoarse voice, âSorry, I was impulsive.â
Imogen lowered her head expressionlessly.
Following her gaze, Troy saw that his hand was still on Imogenâs private parts.
As if scalded, he quickly withdrew his hand, took two steps back, and turned around. He said, âArrange your clothes first.â
Imogen tidied up her collar. Without saying a word, she directly unlocked the door and walked
away.
Troy washed his face with cold water in the washbasin and suppressed the impulsion in his body. He came out of the restroom and strode toward the hall.
Suddenly, someone blocked his way in front of him and said, âMr. Marshall, can I talk to you?â
It was Charlene.
The case against Charlene had almost completed the process and was about to start a court
session.
Charlene wanted an outâofâcourt settlement, but Troy instructed the attorney to refuse Charleneâs proposal.
She could only find a way to meet Troy alone.
Troy walked around her expressionlessly and said, âI donât want to talk to you.â
Charlene eagerly followed him and said, âMr. Marshall, about that defamation caseâ¦â
Troy stopped in his footsteps, looked at her, and interrupted her coldly, âI have entrusted this case to my attorney with full authority, and I will not settle it out of court.â
After speaking, he continued to move forward.
Charlene suddenly hugged his waist from behind and pressed her face on his back. Her eyes gradually became moist. She said, âTroy! Listen to me. Imogen is not good enough for you at all. Imogen used her fatherâs liver donation to force the Marshall family to adopt her and had been pestering you shamelessly. I know you must be bored, and everything I did was to help you! I know you like Sarah, so I did this to fulfill you!â
Troy pulled Charleneâs hands away and turned to look at her. His cold face was even more solemn, and his eyes were extremely sharp. He said, âThen let me tell you, Imogen didnât pester me. It was me who was pestering her. You pretend to be smart all because you are jealous of Imogen! No matter how many excuses you make, I wonât change my decision. Just wait for the punishment of the law!â
âYes! Iâm just jealous of her. I am not inferior to her,â Charlene held Troyâs arm tightly and cried, âTroy, can you stop being so cruel?! I beg you. Please look at me. I have liked you since you joined the company for many years! I like you very
you very muchâ¦â
Chapter 227 Canât Restrain
When footsteps came from behind, Charlene subconsciously stopped crying and turned her head to look, then her whole body froze in place.
Seeing Imogen, Troy was nervous, and he immediately pulled Charleneâs hand away. âImogenâ¦â âIt seems that I passed by at the wrong time. Pardon the bother. Go ahead.â Imogen looked cold without looking at Troy. She walked around them and strode toward the hall.
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Chapter 228 1 Wonât Pester You Anymore