Chapter 243 How Stubborn Mr. Marshall Was!

Troy closed his eyes and pursed his lip, and his heart was heavier.

Unsurprisingly, he was not necessary at all in her heart.

She didn’t want to stay by his side for an extra second.

Seeing that Troy closed his eyes, Imogen shrugged and stood up. “I’m leaving. Take good care of yourself.”

Troy closed his eyes and clutched the bedsheet with his hands.

Imogen seemed to pour oil into his heart, and a little spark might cause uncontrollable and violent flames.

A large amount of smoke and gas gathered in the heart, which might explode anytime.

She was cold–blooded and cruel to him!

But he still didn’t want her to leave!

As Troy was about to speak, a sharp pain came from his stomach…

He couldn’t help coughing.

There was coughing from behind, accompanied by retching.

Imogen stopped and turned around to see Troy lying beside the bed weakly, with a faint bright red.

at the corner of his mouth, which seemed scarlet against his pale face.

His face was as pale as paper, brittle as if it would break in a light poke.

Imogen felt suddenly nervous, quickly returned to the bed, patted his back lightly, and asked in worry, “Troy? How are you feeling now?”

Troy took a deep breath, and the corners of his eyes turned red because of coughing.

He slowly took a tissue from the bedside, wiped the corners of his mouth, and threw it into the trash can. Then he shielded her hand on his back, turned over, and lay down. He glanced at her but then looked away, and said in a deep voice, “None of your business.”

Imogen was speechless.

How stubborn Troy was!

A leopard could not change its spots. The same went for Troy.

Imogen looked around, picked up the kettle on the table, poured a cup of water, and handed it to Troy. “Gargle.”

Troy looked up at her, took it without saying a word, rinsed his mouth, spat it into the trash can by the bed, and casually put the cup on the bedside table.

“Troy! There is backstreaming of blood!”

coming from the infusion needle on the

hands were cold, dry,

the vessel and carefully put his hand under the quilt.

The fire

smile

his

is the heater?” Imogen

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shook his head. “I don’t know. Go look

looked for and found the heater.

the heater and carefully moved it to Troy’s side.

you need me to call

“No.”

was silent.

walked

leave, Troy turned severe suddenly, and his eyes were

in such a hurry. Why did she hate him so much?

door opened and closed.

covered

angry, and waved his hand.

crackling sound came.

bed fell

“Troy! I’m coming!”

door and trotted in.

Troy shouted to stop Grace

with doubt, and tilted her head.

the ground. “Grace,

picked up the broom in the corner.

go away? What are you doing back here?” Troy gave Imogen

shards of glass, raised her head, and frowned at Troy. “Since you want me to

so

done

pissed

How could Troy be so stubborn?

the opportunity to be with Imogen?

was always doing

leave in anger if Troy continued

boots, pointing at the shards

with his fist on his lips and said softly, “I just wanted to drink water

why are you looking at Imogen when talking to

with a

what to say.

couldn’t help but look up

crossed eyes.

dumped the glass shards into the trash can.

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