Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 251 Shall I Feed You

Troy immediately got out of bed and fetched the medicine box. He found a thermometer and checked Imogen’s temperature.

101.48 degrees Fahrenheit.

He retrieved some fever–reducing granules from the medicine box, dissolved them in warm water, and gently fed them to Imogen.

He soaked a cloth in alcohol and delicately wiped her forehead and neck.

Troy placed the towel aside and tried to wipe her armpits by lifting her thermal underwear. However, the underwear was too snug, making it impossible for him to reach.

After contemplating for a few seconds, he removed her thermal underwear. Troy reasoned it was for her well–being, and she probably wouldn’t hold it against him.

He used a towel to wipe her armpits, arms, and chest carefully.

His gaze grew increasingly intense as he observed her faintly exposed, glowy skin and slender

waist.

After he was done, Troy covered her with a blanket and sat beside her. He checked her temperature every twenty minutes and wiped her down with alcohol.

He continued this routine until well past four o’clock in the morning, when Imogen’s fever finally subsided.

Troy put down his guard. He was exhausted. He lifted the blanket, lay beside Imogen, and embraced her tightly.

However, sleep eluded him even as he closed his eyes and felt her soft, with delicate skin against his. A strange, restless fire seemed to burn within him, making him incredibly restless. Imogen slept fitfully in his arms. She shifted her body several times. Her round, pert buttocks occasionally brushed against his sensitive areas, further igniting the passionate fire within him. What tormented him even more was that, during one of Imogen’s movements, the clasp on the back of her remaining underwear accidentally came undone and slipped off her body.

As if possessed, Troy couldn’t resist taking hold of it and burying himself inside. Just as Grace had said, it was incredibly fragrant and velvety.

Out of consideration for Imogen’s illness, Troy didn’t push things further and held her tightly, enduring the longing until daybreak.

Imogen slowly opened her eyes, feeling groggy and heavy–headed. Her throat was parched as if she had swallowed knives, and her entire body ached. She had no desire to get out of bed.

She sniffed.

Her nose was stuffy.

She had caught a cold.

Imogen turned her body, closed her eyes, and tried to continue sleeping.

drifted off, she suddenly remembered

cold. She considered taking her to Troy’s place in the next few days.

opened her eyes but

Where was Grace?

realized that something was wrong. She looked around and realized that she wasn’t in her room at the large penthouse.

master bedroom of Galaxy

chill on her upper body. She glanced

tried to recall what had happened the previous night. She returned

felt a sharp pain in

remembered Troy being behind her at

knocked

Why?

in frustration, closed her eyes, and touched the back of her neck. She felt

took a deep breath and glanced around. She couldn’t

lay back down. She used the blanket to cover herself entirely and called out loudly toward the door,

throat was

the door open from outside. He sat by the bed and touched

back and looked at Troy coldly. “What are you doing? Did you deliberately knock

her glare lacked its usual intensity.

the blanket and feeling

withdrew his hand. His expression was calm when

Imogen remained silent.

what she was

did you knock me out? Where are my clothes?” Imogen glared at

didn’t directly answer her. “Sue made breakfast. I’ll get it for you.

any discomfort?”

and to go

in

turned and left the

in exasperation.

got out of bed.

single

her eyes in disbelief.

and pressed the

but there were no signs of electronic

pounding it in frustration. Her face contorted with anger.