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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.

and couldn’t help but drift

shows on the surface is just a facade. She also experiences nights of

the corner of her eyes, a dull ache welled up in him,

him feel a lingering sourness, making

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

closed the bedroom door, and slowly walked down the stairs.

such an unbearable feeling in this world?

yet it was

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

never experienced this kind of

incident with Sarah back

time, he had remorse, but it

at the Marshall Group, and there

was unlikely to leak Marshall Group’s secrets. Thus, the suspect was the only person who had access

Sarah.

thought of a few suspicious points and confronted

tried to disassociate herself, but she couldn’t explain the suspicious points on

they had already had several

each other for a few days, calm down, and then decide

Sarah couldn’t accept it and

the incident

had chased after her that

no ifs in life.

disdain, Leo’s consolation, ‘and the fellow interns‘ remedy were so heavy.

affairs. He could only do his best to make up for

dependent on him. He never mentioned that they

helpless and that he should compensate her and indulge her. Never before had he experienced such a dense

“Lane.”

I do for you?” Lane

the collaboration tonight.

me to do an exclusive

Lane 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 social media accounts,

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

them and coordinate

“Understood.”

and Imogen went to the Marshall

“Uncle! Auntie!”

out of the living room to greet

came so

and walked towards the living

dad

too?”

mountain referred to visiting

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