Chapter 97 She Was a Mystery

Troy said in a deep voice, “Just do as I tell you.”

Cedric was silent for a moment and then nodded.

Troy put the phone back in his pocket and walked slowly, holding Imogen’s hand.

The atmosphere was quiet.

After a long time, Imogen said, “Cedric would apologize to me. If you want to call Hector and the others, won’t you make Cedric lose face in front of them?”

“So what?”

“I don’t think it’s necessary to call Hector and the others.”

In the past, this was what Imogen precisely hoped for, and now her wish would come true. But she was not as happy as she imagined.

It seemed like this was a dispensable thing.

If he had introduced her in front of his friends when they were just married, she would have been very happy.

But if it was announced now, his friends would not recognize her because of the matter between him and Sarah. And they would think that she snatched Troy away from Sarah.

Even if they respected her superficially for Troy’s sake, they would not wish her well from the bottom of their hearts.

Just like Cedric now.

Troy stopped and looked at Imogen.

“Why don’t you think it’s necessary?”

Imogen moved her lips. “Do you still remember when you asked me to call Sarah sister–in–law?”

At that time, he took Sarah to meet his friends, and Imogen came to greet them. How long had it been since then?

In a blink of an eye, the woman beside him became her.

She really couldn’t read this man.

Troy held Imogen’s wrist, rubbing her thumb lightly. “Don’t worry, I’m here.”

Even if his friends didn’t like her, they still had to hold back in front of him.

Just like Cedric. Even if he was reluctant, but still had to apologize to her.

Imogen didn’t say anything more.

The two walked along the neighborhood for a while and returned to the villa.

Troy came out of the bathroom and saw a water glass and two medicine bottles in front of Imogen.

He frowned slightly and walked behind Imogen. “Is the stomach not feeling well? Go to the hospital?”

Hearing the voice, Imogen was frightened. Then she calmed down. “No need.”

recovered after such a long time, and a minor illness will become serious. I will accompany you to the hospital

I was diagnosed, the doctor said that I

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needed to be recuperated for a period of

a doctor. There is really no big problem now. If I was really

hearing what Imogen said, Troy had no choice but to

“Okay.”

after finishing his work and opened the

on

Imogen’s sleeping face, peaceful

bathrobe after a while, threw off the quilt, and went to bed. He leaned against

and

her sleepy eyes and glanced at

place where he slept

must have gotten up to go for a

got up, dressed, washed, and went downstairs to eat, and

breakfast, the two went to the company together,

car, Troy took Imogen’s hand and put it on his lap to

of her hands. Her fingers were slender and pale, and her nails were

go directly to the clubhouse in

schedule?”

have an appointment with others to

was not simply playing golf, but talking about business through it, which was better than

“Good.”

to come with

have to work. How about you

Troy smiled. “No.”

didn’t expect him to

in her womb.

was time for her to go for

know how to talk to

entered the

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and went back to their

Troy squeezed Imogen’s

go.” Imogen pushed

walked towards

She was looking straight at her with a tense face and

at her.

Charlene didn’t speak.

didn’t expect Charlene to answer and went

was, looking at Imogen’s back, with her

recollected the scene

though Troy and Imogen were not overly intimate in

swallowed. Her throat was tense, and her heart was

the time

two buttons undone, suit pants with a low–key and delicate belt, and handmade leather shoes. His figure

and slender fingers, he gave an inaugural speech on the stage, his tone

gaze swept over, he was calm. But there was a kind of majesty that could not be ignored. At the sight of

if the employees joked, they would not make fun of her and Troy, as if they felt

was an

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