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.”

stopped and said curiously, “But isn’t Troy afraid of catching a cold,

I’m not scared.”

that she understood what was said.

Troy. “Can I have my

retrieved her phone from his pocket without

She turned around and sat on

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

I think I’ll stay home,” Grace replied after

leave now, Grace,” Troy said.

“Okay.” Grace nodded.

Troy turned to leave the house,

up?” He asked.

mark from Imogen on

was surprised at Grace’s

an instant. However,

villa, Troy glanced at the front door before sliding into

asked, “Mr. Marshall,

“Yes,” Troy replied.

out his phone

answered the call. Her tone was polite as she said, “Mr. Marshall?”

progress?”

been any significant developments yet,” The woman replied

Just let me know if you need

Troy’s dissatisfaction

hand, Imogen had her medicine and returned to

phone and found that Erik and Charlie had messaged her

her behalf and even provided a reason to explain

hadn’t said anything

had seen her

Hopefully not.

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

eight o’clock. Imogen

Erik responded. He

and Imogen briefly

Charlie arrived at the villa. She carried a bag filled with Imogen’s clothes.

Imogen who had called her

naive to think Imogen would

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 it’ll be to escape. He made a mistake this time, but what if he decides to

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