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Chapter 40.1 We Can’t Never Meet Again

Imogen’s heart raced as the door suddenly opened, and she looked up to find Troy entering the room. He closed the door behind him and questioned her choice of moving into this particular

room.

“I want to change my surroundings and maybe move back in the future,” Imogen replied, wondering if there was a connection between Troy and her decision.

Troy seemed concerned, pulling out a black card and placing it on the bedside table. He pushed it gently toward Imogen and said, “If there’s anything you like, feel free to buy it.”

She glanced at the black card but declined his offer, saying, “No, you can take it back. I’ve never lost anything.”

Troy insisted, feeling remorseful, “This is my promise to you. I broke it, and I should compensate you.”

Imogen still refused, expressing that she didn’t need anything from him.

“Don’t push me away, Imogen,” Troy pleaded. “I know you’re trying to distance yourself from me, but we don’t have to be strangers. Despite the divorce, you’re still cherished by my grandparents, and we’ll still see each other. Let’s face it calmly.”

Imogen struggled with his words, realizing that his indifference towards her was simply because he had no feelings for her. She wondered if he wanted her to calmly accept his relationship with Sarah.

Feeling disheartened, she finally gave in, softly saying, “Just leave it there.”

“Good night,” Troy bid her farewell before leaving the room.

On Saturday morning, Troy woke up early and went for a run. In the living room, the housekeeper noticed his presence and greeted him.

Troy paused near the door and asked, “Do you know why Imogen moved out of the master bedroom?”

The housekeeper explained, “I forgot to tell you, but on Tuesday, someone sent a threatening package to her. It had some foul–smelling substance that spilled on the bedsheet and floor. That’s why she moved out.”

Troy was taken aback and questioned why he hadn’t been informed earlier.

“I called the police,” the housekeeper replied, “but you were away on a business trip, and she didn’t want to bother you.”

Curious about the culprit, Troy probed further, “Who was it?”

“It turned out to be a high school student, one of Sarah Page’s fans,” the housekeeper revealed.

As the conversation ended, the housekeeper’s familiarity with news related to her employer became evident.

Over the past three years, she had been employed by a kind and generous family, and she was very content with her job.

During this time, she observed the young couple’s transformation from strangers to a loving pair, seemingly detached at first, but now seemingly divine in their relationship.

home to teach her son, she would mention how she wished him to learn from

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as Mr. Marshall, like many other men,

a particular Tuesday, something significant happened involving one of Sarah’s fans, and Troy finally understood why Imogen had been

her feelings, saying, “Am I just being wronged for nothing? Am I being scolded for

of bitterness and complexity

opening the door. Peeking inside, he saw her sleeping soundly, a sight

her small face almost concealed beneath the blanket. This posture indicated a

particularly concerned about the addition to the family, the girl’s polite and sensible demeanor left an impression. A decade had passed,

she was about

had breakfast, tidied up, applied makeup, and headed out near 9 o’clock.

in a coffee shop, waving at

cup of freshly brewed

a seat on a high stool and sipping the milk tea through a

straw.

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and asked, “Why didn’t you invite Alex to come along?” Charlie laughed heartily, “Oh, he’s been working overtime these days! He’s juggling multiple projects,

Alex’s in a tough spot. But Sarah’s figure is also quite petite,” Charlie added, her eyes playfully shifting towards Imogen. “Unlike you, Imogen, your future children will definitely be blessed.”

replied, “Don’t talk

Can you give me some tips on how you got them so

playfully bit her straw, refusing to answer

things changed after tying the knot. After finishing their coffee, the

smile and tried to convince them to check out the latest best–selling clothes in the

two sets of clothes to

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nearby, continuing

tucked away in the corner. She paused for a moment and

cashier took the card with added respect upon

excitement and exclaimed, “You’ve got it, Little Imogen! Take me

her index finger. “Sure, girl, spend $14,000 a night

responded, “Not just one night, I’ll go for ten nights!”

rang with a