Chapter 198

Chapter 198 The Antidote

Jeremy suddenly found himself wide awake.

Wasn’t it Charlie who had taken Imogen out of the tent?

Jeremy was filled with regret, chastising himself for letting someone take Imogen away from him so easily!

The person who sneaked into Imogen’s tent in the middle of the night definitely had malicious intentions, perhaps even similar to his own!

Everything he had done was now benefiting someone else!

Had he stopped Imogen and framed that person for drugging her, perhaps she would have been so touched that she’d choose to be with him!

He had missed such a great opportunity, and Jeremy was filled with remorse.

The tour guide peeked into the open tent and, as expected, it was empty. “Did she take her phone with her?”

“No!”

Imogen’s phone was still lying in the tent.

“Could she have gone to the woods to use the bathroom?” the tour guide speculated.

The driver and some other people also gathered around.

A man tried to console, “Let’s not panic. Let’s wait here for a bit. If she doesn’t return in ten minutes, we can go search.”

Jeremy then chimed in with his own perspective, “Her phone is here. Could she have mistakenly gone to a different tent after coming back from the bathroom?”

The

person who took Imogen had to be from their tour group. He had discreetly counted and everyone was present. This meant Imogen must be hidden in a tent.

The tour guide suggested, “Let’s first check the tents, maybe she entered the wrong one.”

Everyone began to help, each inspecting their own tent. After a thorough check, everyone shook their heads.

Jeremy was too nervous to speak.

Had that person hidden Imogen in the woods?

Or was that person not part of their group, but rather a local resident or another tourist?

Quite a few minutes had passed. She should have returned if she had just gone to the bathroom. Charlie was anxious, “What do we do? How could she just disappear?”

“Could she have accidentally fallen while going to the bathroom?” someone guessed.

The tour guide thought for a moment and then suggested, “Alright, you all rest here. A few of us will go search in the woods.”

The tour guide, the driver, a man, and three young individuals, including Charlie, volunteered to search.

After searching for over half an hour without any luck, they concluded that it was unlikely Imogen would have ventured so far just to use the bathroom.

Charlie, on the verge of tears, suggested, “Should we call the police?”

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The tour guide, sensing the gravity of the situation and feeling responsible, agreed, “Let’s call the police.”

Just then, Charlie’s phone rang. She glanced at the screen and saw “dimwit” displayed.

She quickly answered the call, anxiously saying, “Hello, dimwit… Troy, Imogen’s missing!” “She’s with me.” Troy’s deep voice came through, sounding as if he was holding back something. Charlie let out a sigh of relief, then frowned, demanding, “What happened?”

“Listen to me,” Troy began, “Imogen was drugged. You need to call the police now and keep any food she consumed. Don’t worry, she’s safe with me.”

Even though Charlie immensely disliked Troy, she couldn’t deny the relief she felt when he assured her of Imogen’s safety.

She ended the call and instructed the tour guide to inform the police.

When Troy mentioned that someone had drugged Imogen, Charlie cautiously observed the reactions of everyone present.

Upon hearing about calling the police, Jeremy’s face changed subtly, and he discreetly moved towards the campfire.

Charlie noticed his movements and quietly took her original seat next to the campfire, where Imogen’s used dishes, glass, and beer were placed.

Seeing this, Jeremy was filled with urgency but dared not approach further.

He reassured himself, believing the police might not be able to find any evidence.

There were many tourists on the Great Ocean Road, and each small town along the way had its own visitor center.

The Apollo Bay visitor center was not far from their location, so the police arrived quickly.

At this moment, aboard the helicopter, Imogen clung to Troy like an octopus.

“So hot…”

She murmured softly, slipping her hand inside Troy’s shirt, caressing his firm muscles. Mmm… so comfortable…

But it wasn’t enough for her.

Unconsciously, she began tearing at Troy’s shirt. The top two buttons of his shirt popped open, and Imogen pressed her face against his chest.

The person Troy yearned for was in his embrace, and her delicate body writhing. He couldn’t help himself, feeling a surge of desire from deep within, wishing he could take her right then and there.

But recalling Imogen’s tearful accusations from the day before, he dared not cross that line while she was not fully conscious. He feared hurting her, feared she would resent him even more.

Just now, witnessing the scene in the tent, Troy felt like he was about to explode in anger. Had it not been for his rationality reminding him that Imogen couldn’t wait, he might have torn Jeremy apart right there!

Heartless as she was, always pushing him away, he didn’t dare to think what might have happened had he not been present.

Imogen’s hand began to wander again.

She’s being mischievous again.

A vein throbbed on Troy’s forehead, his expression full of restraint. He grabbed Imogen’s arm and whispered, “Imogen, be good, we’ll be at the hospital soon.”

She hummed softly, twisting her body uncomfortably.

Troy stiffened.

Imogen’s soft hand managed to escape his grip, and she began to touch him without restraint. At

the same time, her other hand started to tear at her own clothing. “Hot… I’m so hot… It’s unbearable…”

It was summer, and she wasn’t wearing much to begin with. As she tugged, her dress revealed more than intended.

Yet Imogen seemed unaware, even pulling Troy’s hand to cover her chest.

A buzz echoed in Troy’s head, his clearly defined hand instinctively squeezing.

“Mmm…”

A sultry moan slipped between Imogen’s parted lips, landing on Troy’s ears, testing his restraint further.

With every ounce of willpower, he asked the helicopter pilot, “How much longer?”

“We’re twenty minutes from Geelong,” the pilot responded.

The closest city was Geelong.

Imogen groggily opened one eye, murmuring, “Troy?”

“Mmm, it’s me.” Troy held her hand tightly. After the divorce, she always called him by his full name, and only about this time would she call him Troy, as if they were not divorced.

“I’m so hot, please…” Imogen murmured, pulling away from his grasp, tearing at his shirt. In Imogen’s eyes, Troy’s face seemed to read “antidote.”

It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck Troy’s mind, leaving it blank, his blood boiling.

Sweat covered his forehead. He held onto Imogen tightly, “Imogen, hold on a little longer, we’ll be at the hospital soon!”

“I can’t bear it, can you help me, please…” Imogen’s voice trembled, sounding on the verge of

tears.

At such a moment, both Troy’s heart and body were tormented.

He closed his eyes, struggling internally.

Lacking any semblance of rationality, Imogen weakly draped her arms around Troy’s shoulders, attempting to bite his lips. When Troy tilted his head to dodge, she went for his neck.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, Troy held her chin and kissed her passionately, his other hand venturing beneath her skirt…