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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.

couldn’t

on the surface is just a facade. She also experiences nights of crying in her nightmares. Liam’s right, she

saw the tears in the corner of her eyes, a dull ache welled up in him, not sharp but enough

let him feel a lingering sourness, making it hard to breathe.

distressed for her. Is this what feeling distressed

quietly closed the bedroom

an unbearable feeling in

it was

the body, it would be fine on regular days, but on rainy days, it would ache to the bone. But one couldn’t touch the wound or find its source, and could

experienced this kind

during the incident with Sarah back then

time, he had remorse,

his internship at the Marshall Group, and there was a leak of software development

he emerged as the prime suspect, and he was unlikely to leak Marshall Group’s secrets. Thus, the suspect was the only person who had access to his

Sarah.

of a few

herself, but she couldn’t explain the suspicious points

had already had several

he said, “Let’s not see each other for a few days, calm down, and then decide whether

it and ran out

incident

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

were no ifs

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

for love affairs. He could only do his best to make up for the various problems caused by the

psychological toll and became particularly dependent on him. He never mentioned that they should take

had he experienced such a dense and

“Lane.”

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

the collaboration tonight.

Channel always want to ask me to do an exclusive

Lane thought he had

circulating online, he never accepted any interviews, didn’t have any social

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

you go contact them and coordinate

“Understood.”

morning, Troy and Imogen went to the Marshall

“Uncle! Auntie!”

bounced out of the living room

came so

and walked

my dad said he’s taking me hiking. Are

too?”

the mountain referred to visiting

on a hill on the outskirts,