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.

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

it was already early

was shining on

her eyes and

and crisp bird chirping came from outside the window, full of vitality.

room and wondered, “This looks like

the Great Ocean Road?

was I here?

her eyes and tried hard to recall what

“squeak,” the door opened and closed, and someone came in.

opened her eyes to look

quickly to the hospital bed and asked, “You’re awake. How do you feel?”

okay…” As soon as Imogen spoke, she

her

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

two sips and turned her face

am I hère? Do you remember what happened

and thought about it for a few seconds,

in a daze and couldn’t remember more

a while, she said softly,

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