Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 57 Not Out Here

Imogen’s heart fluttered as soft, warm lips pressed against hers.

Troy’s mouth sucked at her lips, leaving them reddened and abused.

His tongue forced its way through her teeth, seeking the sweetness in her mouth.

Imogen’s hands found their way to his shoulders, her fingers caressing the neat stubble on the back of his neck as she eagerly responded to his kiss.

Their breaths mingled together.

Heavy pants filled the enclosed space of the car.

Troy’s breath was hot. His hand couldn’t help but slide down along her curves.

Imogen snapped back to reality and raised her hand to stop him, her voice muffled. “No, not outside.”

Reluctantly, Troy stopped his actions, sucking on Imogen’s lips again before pulling away slowly. A thin, glistening thread of saliva broke between them, falling onto their collars, adding to the intimate atmosphere in the small car.

Troy took a deep breath, quickly started the car, and gripped the steering wheel with his slender fingers.

Halfway through the ride, Imogen looked out the window at the street scene and realized they were not headed to the hospital.

“Aren’t we going back to the hospital?”

Troy turned to Imogen with a faint smile. “We’re going home tonight. We’ll go to the hospital tomorrow morning.”

“Okay.”

The car drove into Galaxy Villa and stopped in the yard.

Troy unbuckled his seatbelt, loosened his collar, and leaned eagerly toward Imogen, holding her lips and licking, nibbling, tongues entwining, saliva mixing, their breaths entwining.

He reached over to unbuckle Imogen’s seatbelt, pulling her onto his lap, one hand against her head while the other ventured beneath her skirt.

“Um… Uh…”

pressing

With closed eyes, Imogen held tightly to his shirt collar, cheeks burning, breath heavy, gasping for

air.

Troy’s scorching kisses trailed from her earlobes down across her neck and collarbones, tearing open her collar.

The heat made her body tremble.

In the midst of their passionate embrace, a knock on the car window startled them. “Mr. Marshall, why aren’t you coming in?”

It was Sue’s voice.

Imogen and Troy snapped back to reality and looked at each other.

Troy responded with a hoarse voice, “I will soon.”

He helped Imogen straighten her clothes, his eyes still blazing. “To the room?”

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Chapter 57 Not Out Here

“Uh–huh.”

Blushing, Imogen nodded.

they both

was surprised. “Mrs. Marshall is

“Yes.”

room one after the other. Why had they both emerged from

entered the

to wait any longer, pressed Imogen against the door, lowering his head to kiss her, his tongue dancing passionately inside her mouth,

masculine scent, Imogen’s face turned crimson, her hands on Troy’s shoulders, her body burning, eyes

body, quickly removing her clothes and carrying

on both knees, swiftly shedding his suit jacket onto the floor, ripping off

on her earlobe, which turned red from his sucking,

neck, to

and tossed it to the floor before bending

“Uh… Be gentle…”

if her mind was

help herself, arching her back, her hands buried in

was filled with an air

tossed haphazardly on the

the sounds of a man’s and a woman’s intermingled breaths

Troy

hand and placed it on his belt, asking in

“Okay…”

and she could only follow her instincts to

phone ring broke

Troy away from

a hoarse voice, Troy replied, “Don’t worry about it. Let’s

phone rang for

seconds later,

suit jacket from the floor, took out the phone inside, glanced at

to the person on the

I

grabbed his coat, and told Imogen, “I have to

57 Not Out

on?” Imogen covered herself with the blanket and propped herself up halfway. “Do you have to leave right

paused while straightening

Willy? Is it about Sarah? Does

faded when she saw Troy remain

“Sarah’s missing.”

send someone to look for her. What use is it for you

waiting for him to

her to be alone. I have to

and hopefully find her first. I promise you, once I find her,

determined expression, Imogen felt a sharp pain

A worrying mess.

excuse Sarah used to call Troy. Imogen could see

couldn’t..

couldn’t suffer

He wouldn’t come back.

her heart that he wouldn’t

to go. Please don’t leave,” Imogen said, biting her lip and

“Imogen, don’t be unreasonable.”

forget what you promised Grandpa? Or did you just want to make Grandpa

his mind, and whenever something happened to her, he would rush to her side. So, what

the point of Imogen having a husband whom another woman could take

promised Grandpa that I’d get along with you. I didn’t make any commitments. And this is a life–or–death situation. Can’t

showing impatience. He turned around and

shut

onto