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Chapter 127 He Had Never Experienced Such Feeling

The car drove into the villa yard. And after getting out of the car, Troy paused and looked up. The lights in the master bedroom had already turned off.

Entering the living room, Troy switched on the lights and deliberately glanced at the drawer. The spare key to the master bedroom had been returned.

He silently walked into the room.

The room was pitch black, with only a few strands of moonlight seeping through the curtain, faintly illuminating Imogen’s hair spread on the pillow.

A small bulge formed in the middle of the bed, looking extremely fragile in the darkness.

She curled up, with the covers covering half of her face.

Troy sat down by the edge of the bed, gently lifting a corner of the covers. Bathed in the faint moonlight, he gazed at her sleeping face.

Troy only then noticed the deep wrinkle between her eyebrows, the sweat on her forehead, and the low murmurs coming from her mouth She seemed to be having a nightmare.

Suddenly, it seemed as if she had dreamed of something terrifying. Her breathing became heavier and more rapid, her fingers wrinkling the bedsheets, her body stiffening and trembling. Large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, her lips moved, and she whispered something. Troy bent down, listening to her intermittent and weak voice, “…No, I’m not. I didn’t…”

A tear slowly trickled down from the corner of her eye, accompanied by her plea, sliding down and percolating through the pillow.

Troy’s heart stung unbearably. He gulped and gently patted Imogen’s back, wiping the sweat from her forehead, and softly said, “Just sleep, I will protect you. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“Dad, I miss you so much. Can you take me home?”

She dreamed of her father again.

She dreamed of the times when she was a child, her father had broad shoulders and would let her sit on them.

She dreamed of sitting in the backseat of a cycle, her father giving her his only raincoat.

She dreamed of her father cooking to celebrate every time she scored high marks…

She missed home.

She wanted to return to the small house where she and her father relied on each other.

She didn’t want to be the adopted daughter of the Marshall family.

She was just Imogen, the daughter of Ignacio.

“Alright, when you wake up, I will take you home.” Troy had no intentions of taking advantage of Imogen at this moment.

Perhaps hearing the reassurance, Imogen became more peaceful and gradually fell into a deep sleep.

beautiful face and couldn’t help

shows on the surface is just a facade. She also experiences nights of crying in her nightmares. Liam’s right, she shouldn’t have to endure all

corner of her eyes, a dull ache

feel a lingering sourness, making

Imogen, so he feels distressed for

tucked Imogen in, gently got up, quietly closed the bedroom door, and slowly

such an unbearable

hurt so much, yet it was hard

rainy days, it would ache to the bone. But one couldn’t

never experienced this kind of feeling

with Sarah back then

he had remorse, but it was mostly

at the Marshall Group,

Marshall Group’s secrets. Thus, the suspect was the

Sarah.

thought of a few suspicious points

herself, but she couldn’t explain

already

for a few

couldn’t accept it and ran

the incident happened.

the incident, he often wondered if he had chased after her that day, she wouldn’t have

there were no

colleagues‘ disdain, Leo’s consolation, ‘and the fellow

didn’t have time for love affairs. He could only do his best to make

He never mentioned that they should

that he should compensate her and indulge her. Never before had he experienced such a dense and heavy ache deeply rooted in his heart. Troy stopped on the stairs, took out his phone, and

“Lane.”

do for you?” Lane thought Troy had forgotten to instruct things

the collaboration tonight.

Financial Channel always want to ask me to do an exclusive interview? You tell them

Lane thought he had

videos from public speeches circulating online, he never accepted any interviews, didn’t have any social media accounts, and rarely appeared in

sure about this?” Lane had a clear conscience. He thought, “Mr. Marshall seems to be

contact them and coordinate the time and

“Understood.”

and Imogen went

“Uncle! Auntie!”

the living room to

so early!”

and walked towards

“Uncle, Auntie, my dad said

too?”

the mountain referred to

Marshall family had a cemetery on a hill on the outskirts, where Thomas and his wife were