Chapter 195
Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper
Chapter 195 Stay Away From Me
âI save your ass, and all you have is a thank you, and then you kick me out. Imogen, are you sure you want to kick down the ladder when I have done all this?â
Imogen was speechless for a few seconds, âConsider me kicked down the ladder. You didnât keep your word either. You said you wouldnât follow me anymore. Donât tell me you came on a business trip and happened to be at the airport?â
âIf I hadnât followed you, I donât know. what kind of injuries you would have gotten! How can I be relieved when you lose your wallet and get hurt?â
âWeâre divorced. It has nothing to do with you. You can ignore it.â
âYouââ
Troyâs face clouded over abruptly, with unhappiness in his eyes.
Imogenâs face turned pale, and she took a step back subconsciously.
Troy took a step closer, his voice serious. âSay what you said just now!â
Imogen took a step back with flickering eyes. âWeâre already divorced, and my affairs have nothing to do with you, so you donât have to care about me.â
Her voice was trembling, and her confidence was lacking.
Troy blushed even harder, a look of displeasure on his face.
Imogen tried to retreat but realized she had reached the wall and had no way back.
She moved a little to the side like a little quail with her head scrunched. Troy reached out with his big hand and cupped Imogenâs jaw, lowering his head for a kiss. The handsome face in front of her suddenly zoomed in, and Imogen froze for a split second, reacted, and pushed hard against him.
âNoâ¦â
Troyâs shoulders were like a brick wall, and he wouldnât budge no matter how much Imogen. struggled.
He sucked indulgently on Imogenâs soft, tender lips, his tongue running wild between her teeth.
Hot breaths entwined, and Imogen breathed heavily, growing more and more breathless.
Troy pushed back against Imogenâs teeth, the tip of his tongue probing in with ease.
âAhâ¦â
Imogen closed her eyes and bit him hard.
Troy grunted in pain but didnât withdraw. Instead, he deepened the kiss, letting the taste of blood spread through both mouths.
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Suddenly, something fell on the overlapping lips, and the tip of the tongue licked. It was salty.
Troy immediately let go of Imogen, only to see Imogenâs eyes red with tears.
Troy instantly panicked and lost his mind, his hands fumbling to help Imogen wipe the teardrops from the corners of his eyes. âImogen, Imogen, Iâm sorry, itâs my fault, itâs my fault, donât cry, okay, donât cry, Iâm sorryâ¦â
Imogen only wept silently and didnât cry out, a depressing, suffocating feeling that left Troy breathless and heartbroken.
âImogen, Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry, I shouldnât force you. You can hit me or scold me, donât keep silent.â âDoes it make sense to beat you, to scold you? Will you listen to me?â Imogenâs eyes were impassive as she reached up and wiped the tears from her eyes. âWonât! You say you like me but treat me as an object. You havenât respected me at all!â
âYou will still follow me, watch over my life, against my will. Thereâs no freedom in my life, no privacy, you can do whatever you want, and that doesnât make any sense at allâ¦â
Hearing Imogenâs last words, Troyâs heart was in an uncontrollable panic. âImogen, I just want to see you. If you donât like it, I wonât follow you. Donât cry. Iâll do anything you want.â
âI just want you to stay away from me!â Imogenâs eyes filled with tears, and when she blinked slightly, they overflowed.
It was so hard, so hard for her to make up her mind to divorce him and let go of him. But he came to haunt her, disturbing her life and stirring up her mind.
Troyâs face was full of frustration, and after a while, he said bitterly, âOkay, I promise you.â.
The next day, Imogen and Charlie signed up for a tour, a twoâday trip to Great Ocean Road.
Their tour guide and the travelers from their group were all from New York State.
The tour groupâs departure point was Geelong. Originally, there were about ten people on the bus, sitting sporadically. Still, because they met their compatriots in an unfamiliar place, they didnât have the slightest sense of strangeness and familiarly talked to each other.
Seeing Imogen and Charlie get on the bus, the bus was quiet for a split second as the talking continued.
Imogen and Charlie picked a seat side by side.
The young boy in the front seat greeted them with a smile. âHello, ladies. Where are you you coming to Australia for work or tourism?â
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The companion next to the young boy glanced at Imogen and turned his head away without saying a word.
The uncle in front of the young boy was also enthusiastic. âYou two donât look like students.â
Charlie smiled and said, âWe are here to travel. We come from New York City. How about you?â
When it came to their hometown, the tourists in the car came alive, saying the names of places. Those who lived in the same place were close to each other, such as âI have a friend who lives in the same place as youâ¦â
Then seven or eight more people got in the car, the guide took a roll call, closed the door, and set off.
Once the car started, there was much silence in the compartment as they all did their own thing.
Some are chatting with friends, some listen to music with headphones, and some take photos of the scenery along the way with a camera.
The young boyâs companion turned his head to look back and poked him with elbow, lowering his voice. âHey, look at those two girls back there, the one there looks like Imogen.â
âWhoâs Imogen?â The young boy didnât react at first.
âDid you forget? Itâs Troyâs wife!â
The young boy remembered and looked at his companion in surprise. âIs it really that Imogen?â âIt looks like her. Thatâs her friend Charlie the makeup artist next to her.â
Chapter 195 Stay Away From Me
They had gossiped about Troy and Imogen when the news first broke. They envied Troy for having such a great family and being born to stand at the end of the line that ordinary people never reach in a lifetime.
The young boy wondered, âDidnât she divorce Troy a while back if I remember correctly?â
âYes,â sighed the young boyâs companion. Muttering in a low voice, âShe sure could take a lot of money out of Troyâs hands and turn out to be a rich woman! Sheâs married, but sheâs young and rich. But the other rich guys shouldnât marry her, and sheâs got money in her hands anyway, so maybe she could even bag a younger guy. Whoever gets to be with her doesnât have to work hard.â
The young boy quietly turned his head and glanced back.
Imogen was talking to Charlie. The lines of her side face were smooth and perfect, and not knowing what she was talking about, and she smiled, her eyebrows arched, her lips red and teeth white, not at all like a divorced woman.
Even if she didnât have any money, based on her looks, he would want to chase her as a girlfriend, not to mention that she was a rich womanâ¦
The young boyâs companion added, âHer husband cheated on her, and she just divorced. Itâs a vulnerable time in her heart, and this is the easiest time to take advantage of the situation. Accompany her through this sad time, coax her immediately, and youâve got her.â
The speaker had no intention of hearing.
The more the young boy thought about it, the more his heart was about to move.
If he could take Imogen down, he wouldnât have to go through the trouble of finding a job to earn money!
The young boy turned off his cell phone and watched himself from the black screen. He thought he was goodâlooking, the kind of look that mature women liked, and there were a lot of girls after him at school.
He secretly made up his mind.
Because the tour had two days, the bus had plenty of time to make a short stop at Anglesea Beach. At noon, the bus arrived in Lorne, and the tour guide and the driver moved out the barbecue grills one by one to have a selfâservice seafood barbecue on the beach.
There arenât many grills, and they need to be grouped by number.
The young boy took the initiative to call his companion and Imogen to form a group with them, polite and positive. âLadies, you guys go hang out on the beach. Weâll take care of the barbecue!â