Chapter 69
Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper
ame My Cheating Boyfriend, I Loved Your Enemy
Chapter 69 He Prefers Daughter
Troy looked at Imogen for a while, then smiled. âImogen, this is not funny at all. Even if you have conflicts with Charlene at work, you shouldnât joke like this.â
No wonder Charlene said that.
But he wouldnât believe it even if Charlene didnât say it in advance.
Charlene had been in Marshall Group for several years, and he knew well her moral quality and ability. Besides, Charlene had been in a relationship for many years. How could she like him? Imogen was silenced and didnât speak anymore.
Troy didnât believe what she said, so why bother to care about her?
Did she forget that Troywas always the best at acting, and she took his worries seriously?
When she was about to go off duty at noon, Imogen received a Facebook message from Troy.
[Come to my office for lunch. I have ordered an extra meal for you.]
Imogen looked at the dialog box and typed a few words: [Iâll eat at the cafeteria.]
Her finger landed on the send button, but she didnât press it. After a few seconds, she deleted the words and replied: [OK.]
When she got to Troyâs office, the table in front of the sofa was fully occupied by dishes.
Imogen saw a familiar package next to the lunch box.
Seeing Imogenâs sight fall on it, Troy said, âDonât you like the Black Forest cake I ordered for you? Letâs eat it after lunch.â
Imogen was late to catch on. Troy seemed to be buttering her up with the cake.
If it were before, it would work, but when she saw the Black Forest cake from Afternoon Leisure Bakery, her good mood was suddenly gone, losing her appetite for lunch.
She sat on the sofa, as far away from the cakeâwrapping paper bag as if hiding from the plague.
Troy sat opposite her. Halfway through eating, Imogen put down her cutlery. âIâm good.â
Troy raised his head. âJust eat this little? Eat some more, and you will easily suffer from malnutrition since you ate less in the morning.â
Thinking of the child in her abdomen, Imogen forced herself to eat more.
âThank you for the meal, Mr. Marshall.â Imogen finished her meal, got up, and left.
Troy reminded her to take the cake away.
Imogen looked at the cake package, and a feeling of resistance rose in her heart.
But for that sweet memory she used to cherish, she had no interest in Black Forest cake at all.
She didnât like chocolate at all. It was hitter, bitter to the heart.
It was too late to say she didnât like it.
Imogen leaned over and took the cake away, returning to her office.
The assistant just came in to deliver the materials, seeing the cake in Imogenâs hand, and asked in surprise, âMs. Forbes likes the Afternoon Leisure Bakery?â
âI donât like it. It is given by someone else. If you like it, then take it.â Imogen gave the cake away. The assistant didnât know whether to take it or not. âIs it appropriate?â
âWhatâs inappropriate? Iâve been excused for so many days. You must be so busy. Just take it as my gift.â
The assistant smiled happily and took the package. âThank you, Ms. Forbes.â
Troy came out of the bathroom, passed by the stairs, and heard a female voice. âBlack Forest cake from Afternoon Leisure Bakery. When did you buy this?â
âI didnât buy it.â
âHow did you get it?â
âMs. Forbes gave it to me. She was so nice,â the assistant replied.
Troy glanced at the stairs.
Umm.
One female employee was holding the wrapping package from Afternoon Leisure Bakery. Imogen gave her assistant the cake he had bought for her.
All the medicines and equipment that Henry needed were ready.
He could finally be discharged from the hospital and went home.
Troy and Imogen went to the hospital together to take Henry home.
Troy stopped suddenly at the ward entrance.
Imogen accidentally bumped into his back. She rubbed her nose and asked, âWhy did you stop?â
Troy turned around and looked at her, then he took Imogenâs hand and walked in.
Imogen pursed her lower lip, took a deep breath, gathered her spirits, walked into the ward, and called âGrandpaâ together with Troy.
Henry was delighted with a cheerful face. He waited on the sofa before they came. âYou guys are here. Letâs go home.â
Henry stood up on crutches.
Imogen broke free from Troyâs hand and went to Henry to support him. âGrandpa, slow down.â
âNo problem.â
Troy didnât say anything and came to the other side of Henry to support him.
Henry waved and pushed him away. âLook at you, donât worry, I can walk myself.â
They returned to the old house with Willardâs assistant this time.
Leo was worried about Henry, and when he learned that Henry wanted to go home, he proposed to let Willardâs assistant live in their house for a while.
Henry had to agree.
When they arrived at the house, Henry was in good spirits.
Troy and Imogen talked with Henry and Layla on the sofa.
Before long, Leo and his wife Agnes came with their son Wesley.
Wesley was now four years old and was in kindergarten. He was dignified and strong, attracting affection.
With a small schoolbag on his back, he went to Henry and Layla. âGreatâgrandpa, Greatâgrandma.â âHey.â Henry patted Wesleyâs head adorably. âLet me hug you, baby. Why didnât you go to school
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today?â
âMom and Dad said they would take me to visit my greatâgrandfather. I want to be a filial child.â
âGood boy! Wesley, who is this? Do you still recognize them?â Henry pointed to Troy and Imogen.
Wesley looked at them with round eyes and said in a loud voice, âUncle, Aunt.â
âWesie has a really good memory.â Imogen smiled and waved at him.
Wesley trotted to sit with Imogen.
Imogen couldnât help rubbing Wesleyâs face. It was so tender.
âAuntie, donât rub me anymore. Iâve grown up.â Wesley looked at Imogen with round eyes.
Imogen burst out laughing at the sight of his serious expression.
Layla couldnât help saying, âWesie and Imogen hit it off. I remember that when he was little, he did not allow anyone to hug him but Imogen.â
âWesie is too cute. Who doesnât like such a child?â
âHeâs not cute at all. I really regret giving birth to him when he is naughty at home,â Agnes said.
Everyone laughed.
Agnes asked with a smile, âImogen, you like children very much. When do you and Troy plan to have a child?â
Child issue again.
Imogen frowned slightly and glanced at Troy.
Seeing his little nephewâs lively and lovely appearance, Troy couldnât help but fantasize. What would his and Imogenâs child be like?
Would the child be more like him or more like her?
More lively or quieter?
It would be better to have a daughter. He preferred a daughterâ¦
Thinking of this, Troy suddenly came back to his senses.
What happened to him?
His marriage with Imogen was still uncertain yet, so why did he suddenly think of the child? Seeing that Troy didnât speak, Imogen could only answer by herself, âWe have no plans for children yet. Letâs talk about it later.â
âItâs true. You are still young, donât be in a rush. Itâs good to enjoy your coupleâs romantic first.â Imogen pretended to be shy and lowered her head, with helplessness in her eyes.
She didnât know whether they were acting or getting along genuinely. At least they seemed to love each other.
Layla smiled, âImogen, do you like the bracelet Troy gave you last time? Why didnât you take it out and let us have a look?â
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