Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 199 Set Her Free

“Hmm…” Imogen closed her eyes, couldn’t help but clasp Troy’s neck with her hands, and responded enthusiastically.

The two had a French kiss, and Troy slowly leaned her back, pulling out a transparent and ambiguous silver thread in between, which finally broke from the middle.

eyes

fixed on Imogen’s

He had a look of forbearance on his face with his brows lowered and his expression, and he adjusted the rhythm of his hands. Imogen narrowed her eyes slightly. Her face flushed, and eyes were blurred. She barely opened her red, moist lips and let out a flirty moan.

Troy’s other hand immediately covered Imogen’s lips, blocking back the soft hum she hadn’t uttered yet.

Imogen frowned slightly.

She closed her eyes, panting more quickly, and let out an unbearable low hum from her throat. Suddenly, she tensed up and her eyes were closed tightly, but her complexion was as beautiful as a flower. She was weak and her arms slid down from Troy’s neck feebly almost fell to the ground. Troy supported her in time, pulled out his fingers, and wiped the liquid on her skirt. His voice was hoarse, “Imogen, are you feeling better?”

Imogen leaned against his chest, closed her eyes, and didn’t respond as if she was asleep.

It seemed that it should be relieved a little.

Troy supported Imogen’s waist and helped her to sleep more comfortably.

Troy helped Imogen tidy up clothes and immediately carried her to the hospital.

Imogen woke up, it was already early the following

shining on her pillow.

opened her eyes and saw the snow–white ceiling.

bird chirping came from outside the

room and

I traveling on the

I

to

a “squeak,” the door opened and closed, and

to look and

bed and asked,

As soon as Imogen spoke, she felt her

her

got a glass of water, raised Imogen’s head, and brought it to

turned her face away. She asked, “Why

you remember what happened last night?”

it for a few seconds,

a daze and couldn’t

a while, she said softly, “Just

eyes, looked at Troy indifferently, and sighed, “You are still following me, aren’t you? Troy, when can you let me go?”