Chapter 311.2

Reborn: Team up with the CEO for Revenge!

Chapter 311.2 Frustration(2)

Suddenly, Troy strode forward, pulled her into his embrace without a word, buried his face in the crook of her neck, and closed his eyes tightly. His voice was hoarse. “Imogen…”

Imogen placed one hand on his shoulder, slightly tilting her head. “Troy, what happened?”

His warm breath caressed her slender neck, and she fought the urge to pull away.

After a long silence, Troy took a deep breath and, with his emotions seemingly more under control, said, “Nothing.” He stepped back and released Imogen.

Imogen looked up and sensed the heaviness in his heart.

She observed the swelling and bruises on his face up close. “Did you get into a fight?”

“Yeah,” Troy murmured.

Taken aback, Imogen replied, “I’ll get the first–aid kit. Sit down.”

The chairman’s office had a spare first–aid kit containing basic medical supplies. Without a word,

Troy draped his coat over the back of the sofa and took a seat.

Imogen placed the first–aid kit on the table, searching for ointment as she asked, “What

happened? Why would you fight with someone? Don’t you have a driver?”

In other words, who would dare to lay a hand on Troy, let alone leave him in this state?

Troy remained silent.

After not hearing his voice for a while, Imogen glanced at him, twisted the cap off the ointment, and squeezed some onto a cotton swab. “Lean in.”

He didn’t elaborate further, so Imogen didn’t press him.

Her willingness to help him was merely out of gratitude for his efforts in negotiating with Sarah. on her behalf.

Troy obediently leaned towards her. As she applied the ointment, he felt its cool touch.

Imogen glanced at him. “Does it hurt?”

“Not really,” Troy replied, gazing deeply into her eyes, filled with affection.

Imogen’s heart skipped a beat, and she avoided his gaze while continuing to treat him. “Besides your face, are there injuries anywhere else?”

“…Yes,” Troy hesitated before admitting.

“Where?” She asked, instinctively examining him.

Troy gently grasped Imogen’s soft hand and placed it on his chest, staring at her. “Right here. The wound is here, and only you can heal it…”

Imogen’s lips twitched, and she swiftly pulled her hand away. “Troy, have some shame!”

Suddenly, Imogen gripped Troy’s hand again.

“Why? Changed your mind?” Troy smirked, his expression playful.

“Changed your head!” Imogen glared at him. “What happened to your hand?!”

Troy looked down to find the back of his hand swollen with some cuts oozing blood.

“Just a minor injury.”

Imogen huffed, putting back the ointment. “Minor? Then you don’t need medicine.”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Troy quickly stopped her, taking the ointment and handing it back to her “need

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it, I need it.”

Imogen rolled her eyes at him. With one hand, she held his, and with the other, she gently applied the ointment with a cotton swab.

Watching Imogen’s focused demeanor, Troy’s feelings were mixed.

If he had noticed her sooner, cared for her, and cherished her, would she not have fallen for that

other man?

Regrettably, there are no “ifs.”

He wasn’t sure how to tell Imogen about her father’s incident.

Imogen had always respected Leo. Knowing her father’s death was connected to Leo would devastate her…

Troy let out a gentle sigh.

“All done.”

Imogen tossed the swab into the trash and organized the medicine box, asking Troy, “Now, can we discuss that matter?”

Troy paused, glancing out the window. “It’s getting late. Are you hungry? How about we find a restaurant and talk over dinner?”

Imogen furrowed her brow.

From the car ride to the office, the meeting afterward, and then leaving and returning, it was suddenly dinner time.

She strongly suspected that Troy was deliberately playing with her.

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