Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 253 Give Me a Kiss

“What did you just say?” Troy turned his head and stared at her.

Imogen decisively shook her head. “I didn’t say anything. You heard it wrong. Give me the phone!”

Imogen looked at Troy firmly.

Her phone had a lot of secrets. She couldn’t just give it to Troy.

If Troy used her phone to send random messages to Erik, all her efforts would be in vain.

Furthermore, Imogen feared Troy might read her chats with Noah and discover her intentions for getting close to Erik.

He would become even more aggressive if he knew she didn’t truly reciprocate Erik’s feelings. “Is your phone really that important?”

Imogen’s anger flared up again. She glared at Troy and took a deep breath before reluctantly lowering her head. “I can’t go out right now. Giving me the phone won’t make a difference.” Troy contemplated for a while. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he stared at Imogen intently. Imogen had a sinking feeling as she locked eyes with Troy.

“Give me a kiss, and I’ll give it to you.” There was a slight sense of smugness in Troy’s tone. Imogen was left speechless.

She stared at Troy in disbelief. Her expression turned to scorn. “Troy, you’re shameless!” “Kiss me or not?”

Imogen was furious. Her eyes blazed with anger and glared at Troy like an irritated cat, yet feeling powerless simultaneously.

“Have you made up your mind? I need to go to the hospital.” Troy acted like he was about to leave. He took long strides and quickly reached the door of the living room.

Just as he was about to leave, Imogen still managed to stop him.

“Wait!”

Troy stopped and turned to look at Imogen with his eyebrows raised. “So you agreed?”

Imogen clenched her teeth and nodded vigorously.

She stood up, walked to Troy, tiptoed, cupped Troy’s face with her hands, and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Is that enough?”

Troy wore a half–smile as he looked at her. He was ready to speak when a child’s voice echoed from the staircase, “Imogen kissed Troy! I want Imogen to kiss me, too!”

Imogen froze, feeling as though she had been caught in the act.

Troy glared at Imogen’s rigid expression. His amusement deepened. “Grace, Imogen can’t kiss you. She’s got a cold.”

said curiously, “But isn’t Troy

adult. I’m not scared.”

impression that she understood what was said.

her throat and turned to Troy. “Can I have

her phone from his pocket

back. She turned around and

going to the hospital. Do you want to go with him to the hospital or stay home and

think I’ll stay home,” Grace replied

now, Grace,” Troy

“Okay.” Grace nodded.

turned to leave the house, Grace suddenly stopped him.

He asked.

from Imogen on

surprised at Grace’s sudden

in an instant. However, Troy seemed

at the front door before sliding

driver started the car and asked, “Mr. Marshall, are we heading to

“Yes,” Troy replied.

took out his phone and

woman quickly answered the call. Her tone was polite as she said,

progress?”

few interactions, but… There haven’t been any significant developments yet,” The

displeasure briefly flickered in his eyes. “Speed up the progress. Just let me know if you need anything.

Troy’s dissatisfaction

Imogen had her medicine

checked her phone and found that Erik

and even provided

hadn’t said

had seen her chat history with

Hopefully not.

sent Imogen two additional messages. He had sent a sun emoji at seven twenty–three, followed by a

eight o’clock. Imogen replied:

Erik responded. He was already at work.

Imogen briefly mentioned her

arrived at the villa. She carried a

who had called

naive to think Imogen would obediently stay at the villa.

master bedroom and began to speak after ensuring Grace was downstairs. “Imogen, that dimwit Troy is cunning. The deeper you get mixed up with him, the tougher

be best if you also considered your well–being. She’s not your child. It’s