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.

both got

“Mrs. Marshall

“Yes.”

one after the other. Why had they both emerged from

entered

any longer, pressed Imogen against the door, lowering his head to kiss

her hands on Troy’s shoulders,

Imogen’s body, quickly removing her clothes and carrying her to the

bed, he straddled Imogen’s thighs on both knees, swiftly shedding his suit jacket onto the floor, ripping off his tie, and leaning

lips landed on her earlobe, which

neck, to her collarbone,

reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and tossed it to the

“Uh… Be gentle…”

as if her

to help herself, arching her back, her hands buried in Troy’s

with an

tossed haphazardly on the

sounds of a man’s and

Troy

belt, asking in

“Okay…”

she could only follow her

phone ring broke

away

replied,

for a while

two seconds later, it rang

rolled off Imogen, picked up his suit jacket from the floor, took out the phone

intently to the person

grew serious. “Alright, I understand. I’ll be

on, grabbed his coat, and

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herself with the blanket and propped herself up halfway. “Do

paused while straightening

about Sarah? Does she need you right

when she saw Troy remain silent, and she

“Sarah’s missing.”

police. Or send someone to look for her. What use is it for

for

very dangerous for her to be alone. I have to go and find

I promise you, once I find her,

felt a sharp

A worrying mess.

call Troy. Imogen could see it clearly,

couldn’t..

his eyes, Sarah couldn’t

He wouldn’t come back.

knew in her heart that he wouldn’t return

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

“Imogen, don’t be unreasonable.”

Grandpa? Or did you just

something happened to her, he would rush to her side. So, what was the

was the point of Imogen having a husband whom another

only promised Grandpa that I’d get along with you. I didn’t make any commitments. And this

turned around and left with

slammed shut with a

onto the