Chapter 163


    Chapter 163 Let Me Feed You


    “Don’t overthink it. After all, you got hurt trying to save me. I just feel uneasy,” Imogen lowered her


    eyes as she spoke.


    She had subtly reced “deep concern” with “unease.”


    It’s as if when a stranger gets injured saving her, she would feel grateful and worried.


    But the deep concern is different.


    Some say


    The light in Troy’s eyes dimmed. “Aren’t you going to ask why I saved you?”


    when you deeply care for a man, it means you’re falling for him.


    In that dangerous situation, he didn’t have a moment to think. He didn’t even consider his own


    safety. Acting on instinct, turning the steering wheel, all because he didn’t want her to get hurt. “No


    matter the reason, I should thank you. Thank you, Troy,” Imogen said, looking sincerely at him.


    If Troy was willing to risk his life to save hers, then she would also repay him with her own life.


    If a day came when Troy was in danger, Imogen would simrly risk her life for him. However, she


    dared not trust him again, nor give him her heart.


    To Troy, Imogen’s words of gratitude sounded harsh to his ears.


    Troy smirked. “Is that all, just verbal gratitude?”


    “So, how would you like me to thank you?”


    “Can you…” Troy began, then hesitated, “…stay in the hospital to take care of me until I’m


    discharged?”


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    For a split second, what Troy actually wanted to say was, could you not leave me? Could we


    reconcile?


    Imogen frowned. Just as Troy began to feel anxious, thinking he shouldn’t have asked her during


    this vulnerable time, Imogen nodded.


    “Okay.”


    Seeing Imogen agree, Troy felt a surge of happiness.


    However, when he heard Imogen say, “You got hurt saving me. It’s only right that I take care of


    you,” his face stiffened, and the happiness quickly faded.


    He lowered his head, a hint of bitterness on his face. Even if she stayed to care for him for a few


    days, what would be the point?


    They would still end up apart.


    “Forget it, I was just joking. Sue will take care of me. What are you nning to do next?”


    Imogen answered honestly, “I’m nning a trip with Charlie and Alex.”


    “Where to?”


    “I’m not sure yet.”


    “When are you leaving?”


    “In the next couple of days.”


    Troy hesitated, seemingly wanting to say more.


    Are you leaving so soon?


    Imogen looked at him seriously, “Are you sure you don’t need me here? I can dy my trip by a


    couple of days.”


    “No need. After your trip, what are your ns?”


    Imogen shook her head. “I don’t know, we’ll see.”


    Finishing her sentence, Imogen noticed that Troy’s IV drip had finished and called the nurse to


    change it.


    Not long after, the police arrived, returning Imogen’s bag. They had already identified Troy and


    Imogen from the documents in the car, asked them a few questions, and exined the identity of


    the one who caused the ident.


    The culprit was a rich young individual who had just bought a new sports car and was eagerly


    showing it off in the streets. As a result, the new car was totaled, and he himself broke a leg.


    Upon learning that he had hit the CEO of Marshall Group, he panicked and tried to contact his


    family.


    However, Troy didn’t want to pursue the matter. In his heart, he even felt grateful for the ident,


    Because of this ident, he and Imogen were once again intertwined. If it meant seeing Imogen


    again, he’d willingly break a few more ribs.


    After sending the police away, Imogen opened bag and checked, her phone was unharmed.


    With dusk settling, she called Sue, “Sue, Mr. Marshall had a car ident. He’s currently at Mount


    West Hospital. Could you please bring him some clothes to change into?”


    Sue inquired, “Oh? Is Mr. Marshall’s injury serious?”


    “Don’t worry, it’s not too severe.”


    “That’s good. And you, Mrs. Marshall? Do you need any clothes?”


    “I’m fine, I wasn’t hurt much and don’t need to be hospitalized.”


    Troy overheard the conversation clearly. He closed his eyes, feeling heavy–hearted.


    It meant she might leave the hospital tonight. Maybe she’d travel with friends tomorrow, and there


    was no telling when she’d be back.


    Troy realized they were divorced now. They didn’t need to inform each other of their whereabouts,


    living without interfering with each other.


    In the future, she’d have her life, her work.


    Perhaps he would only asionally see her at the Marshall vi. If she deliberately avoided him,


    not seeing her for a whole year would be normal.


    The thought of this scenario made Troy’s heartache.


    He couldn’t bear it!


    “What would you like to eat? I’ll go buy some food.” Imogen’s voice broke into Troy’s thoughts.


    He slowly opened his eyes. “Anything is fine. I’m not very hungry right now.”


    “Okay, I’ll choose something.”


    Imogen took her phone and left the room.


    About twenty minutester, she returned with dinner.


    She brought sandwiches, sd, milk, and chicken soup.


    She ced everything on the table. “I got a variety, what would you like?”


    “I don’t feel like eating anything right now.”


    “You have to eat. You’re still recovering. And you’ve always had stomach issues…”


    She stopped mid–sentence, bing silent.


    They were divorced.


    There were boundaries now, things she shouldn’t say.


    Troy was silent too. Over the past three years, she often cared about his meals, fearing he would


    forget while working. That’s why they developed a habit of dining together in his office.


    Now, he would no longer hear her caring voice, and even their chances to dine together would be


    few and far between.


    Imogen divided the food and put half near his bed, “I’ve ced it here. Take it if you want.”


    Seeing Imogen turn to leave, Troy called out without thinking, “Wait!”


    Imogen stopped and looked back. “What?”


    “I want some chicken soup!” Troy nced at his hand with the IV drip.


    His intention was clear.


    Imogen, pretending not to notice, ced the chicken soup on the left side of the bed, “Here you


    go.”


    He could use his left hand to eat.


    With a dim look in his eyes, Troy took a spoonful, but as he was about to eat, he spilled it on the


    nket. “Pass me a napkin, I spilled the soup.”


    “Be careful.” Imogen cleaned the spill with a napkin.


    Troy, holding the spoon with his left hand, tried again, spilling some more before finally getting a bit


    into his mouth.


    Seeing this, Imogen tried to take the spoon and said, “Let me feed you.”


    “No need, I can do it myself.”


    Troy avoided her hand and tried again, only to spill more soup on the nket.


    Not able to watch any longer, Imogen took the spoon and began to feed him.


    As Troy looked at her focused face, a hint of a smug smile appeared at the corners of his mouth,


    only to disappear by the time she looked up.


    Eating another spoonful, his gaze fell intently on her face.


    Her eyes, a cross between almond eyes and doe eyes, shimmered beautifully. Her long eyshes


    were clear up close, blinking softly.


    Troy always knew her skin was smooth.


    But he had realized toote and lost her…


    After dinner, Sue came with a change of clothes.


    Looking at the sky, Imogen said to Troy, “Since you don’t need my help, I’ll be heading home.”


    Troy lowered his eyes, his lips pressed tight.


    Chapter 163 Let Me Feed You


    Imogen added, “Tomorrow, I’ll pack and move out.”


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