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.”

isn’t Troy afraid of catching a cold, too?”

I’m

nodded, giving the impression that she

cleared her throat and turned to Troy. “Can I have my

her phone from his pocket without saying

snatched her phone back. She turned around and sat

to the hospital. Do you want to go with him to the

I’ll stay home,” Grace replied after a moment.

I’ll leave now, Grace,” Troy said.

“Okay.” Grace nodded.

leave the house, Grace suddenly

He

have a kiss mark from Imogen on your face!”

at Grace’s sudden statement.

an instant. However, Troy

front door before sliding into the car’s

“Mr. Marshall, are we

“Yes,” Troy replied.

took out his phone and dialed a number.

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

progress?”

There haven’t been any significant

his eyes. “Speed up the progress. Just let me know

dissatisfaction and promptly

had her medicine and returned to

and found that Erik and Charlie had messaged her

on her behalf and even provided a reason to explain her absence to Charlie.

said anything inappropriate.

had seen her chat history

Hopefully not.

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

o’clock. Imogen replied:

after, Erik responded. He was already

to exchange messages, and Imogen briefly mentioned her cold during the conversation.

the villa. She carried a bag filled with

who had called

Imogen would

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 imprison you next?

and I find her cute too. But it would be best if you also considered your well–being. She’s not