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The Alpha’s Hated SanGL

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.

at her beautiful face and couldn’t help but drift off in

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

tears in the corner of her eyes, a

feel a lingering sourness,

thought, “Liam said he likes Imogen, so he feels distressed for her. Is this what feeling distressed

the bedroom door, and slowly

an unbearable

hurt so much, yet it was hard to put into words.

body, it would be fine on regular days, but on rainy days, it would ache to the bone.

never experienced this kind

the incident with Sarah back

that time, he had remorse, but it was

the Marshall Group, and there was a leak of software

suspect, and he was unlikely to leak Marshall Group’s secrets. Thus, the suspect was the

Sarah.

thought of a few

couldn’t explain the suspicious points on her.

that, they had already had

not see each other for a few days, calm down, and then decide whether we

Sarah couldn’t accept it and

incident

he had chased after her that day, she wouldn’t have had the

there were no ifs in life.

disdain, Leo’s consolation, ‘and

only do his best to make

him. He

indulge her. Never before had he experienced such a dense and heavy ache deeply rooted in his heart.

“Lane.”

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

the collaboration tonight.

do an exclusive interview? You

thought he had

the media prying into his privacy. Apart from videos from public speeches circulating online, he never accepted any interviews, didn’t have any

conscience. He thought, “Mr. Marshall seems to be feeling sorry for Ms. Forbes and

them and coordinate the time and questions.”

“Understood.”

Imogen went to the Marshall villa.

“Uncle! Auntie!”

bounced out of the living room to greet

came so

hand and walked towards the living

serious and said, “Uncle, Auntie, my dad said he’s taking me hiking. Are you coming

too?”

referred to visiting the graves.

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