Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 243

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!”

the infusion needle on the back of his hand and hurriedly put his

were cold,

the blood return to the vessel and carefully put his hand under

do all this silently. The fire in

ghost of a smile on

his

heater?” Imogen

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don’t know. Go look there.”

for and found the

heater and carefully moved

asked worriedly, “Do you need me to call

“No.”

was

turned and walked towards the door.

turned severe suddenly, and his eyes were gloomy.

but to leave in such a hurry. Why did

opened and

door panel covered her figure.

his eyes, felt angry, and waved

crackling sound

beside the bed fell

“Troy! I’m coming!”

open the door and trotted

to stop Grace

Troy with doubt, and tilted her head.

ground. “Grace, be careful

picked up the broom in the corner. “Grace,

here?” Troy gave Imogen a cold

of glass, raised her head, and frowned at Troy. “Since you want me to leave, I’ll leave

so angry.

must have done

pissed him off!

disapprovingly. How could Troy

opportunity to be

sweet and was always doing something

Troy continued to talk like this.

stepped back in her leather boots, pointing at

Troy coughed with his fist on his lips and said softly, “I just wanted

looking at Imogen when talking to me?”

with a curious expression.

didn’t know what to

couldn’t help but look up

they crossed

looked back and dumped the glass shards into the

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