Chapter 225
Chapter 225 This Is the Last Time
Troy’s eyes were empty and out of focus as if he was pondering something.
He turned around and looked at Imogen. His high eyebrows cast sharp shadows on his eye
sockets. His eyes contained some kind of sexual implication.
Imogen was shy and annoyed. She stared back coldly.
Instead of being angry, Troy smiled softly.
He smiled brightly, but it made Imogen feel worried.
She hastily changed the subject and asked, “Grace, do you have any winter homework?”
Grace raised his head and blinked. “Yes, but those are too simple.”
Imogen said, “All right.”
Grace asked, “Uncle Troy, do I need to go home now? I also want to go to the reception.” Grace
looked up at Troy and shook Troy’s arm.
Troy said, “Grace, you are a good girl. I will take you home first, and I will bring you donuts when I
come back.”
Grace refused, “I don’t want to eat donuts. I want to go to the reception.”
Troy replied, “No.”
Grace said, “I hate you!” Grace turned away with a puffy face, moved toward Imogen, and hugged
her. “Imogen, I still want to sleep with you at night.”
Imogen almost said yes.
She hesitated for a few seconds and declined, “Grace, I maye backte tonight. Could you
sleep alone?”
Grace insisted on her thoughts and said, “I can wait for you.”
Imogen added, “But I came back toote and couldn’t take care of you.”
Grace said, “I can take care of myself. I can wash my face and brush my teeth, and I can also
undress myself. If youe back toote, I will go to bed first!”
Imogen did not know what to say.
Seeing Imogen’s silence, Grace turned down the corners of her mouth and looked at her pitifully,
“Imogen, do you not like me anymore? Do you think I’m annoying?”
Looking at her big and watery eyes, Imogen could not bear to see Grace feeling sad, and she
quickly said, do like you very much.”
“I
Grace shouted, “You’re lying! You dislike me! Imogen, please don’t dislike me, okay? I am a good
girl!” Grace cried while covering her face.
Hearing this, Imogen felt heartbroken patted Grace’s shoulders, and exined, “Grace, I really
didn’t dislike you! Don’t cry. I didn’t refuse.”
Grace asked, “Really? You must be lying to me.” Grace said with a catch in her voice.
Imogen said, “Really!” Imogen nodded hurriedly, resting her head on Grace’s, and said
affectionately, “I am not lying to you. I will send you back to my house now. Before Ie back,
could you listen to Charlie’s words?”
Grace said, “You are the one who loves me most!”
Grace turned around and threw herself into Imogen’s arms, looking up at her with a smile. Her
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face was full of triumphant smiles, and there was not a single tear on her face.
Imogen looked at her in astonishment and immediately realized that she had been fooled. She
stretched out her hand to scratch Grace’s armpit. “You are naughty! You have learned to pretend to
cry!”
Grace giggled after being scratched by Imogen. While twisting and dodging, she begged for mercy
with a smile, “Imogen, stop scratching, hahaha… I am wrong. I will never dare to lie to you again!”
Troy sat quietly at the side, with his legs crossed, leaning against the back of the chair. With his
slender hands resting casually on hisp, he looked at them with a smile on his face. His eyes were
full of doting meaning.
Graceughed so hard that tears were about toe out. She couldn’t help but move to Troy’s side
and climbed onto hisp, “Uncle! I’m dying ofughing. Please help me!”
Troy wrapped his arms around Grace’s small body and held Imogen’s hand with the other. “Okay.
Let’s stop ying.”
The tone was gentle and helpless as if Imogen was a child who needed to be coaxed by adults. His
hands were big, with long and slender fingers. The back of his hands were delicate, and the blue
veins were clearly visible. He tightly wrapped Imogen’s hands. His hands conveyed the feeling of
heat and roughness. He rubbed her delicate skin, which made her feel itching. Imogen withdrew her
hand and said, “I forgive you this time.”
She sighed silently.
Her n of alienation and refusal failed.
Forget it. She decided to treat it as thest time.
Next time, she would definitely refuse.
The driver asked, “Mr. Marshall, do you want to divert now?”
Troy said, “No, first go to the vi to get some Grace’s clothes, and then
The driver said, “Yes.”
go to Imogen’s house.”
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The car stopped at the entrance of the apartment. Imogen got out of the car, took the bag of
clothes, and personally took Grace upstairs.
Charlie was lyingfortably on the sofa ying with her mobile phone when she saw Imogen
coming back, and she said, “Send her…”
Before she finished speaking, she saw Graceing in from behind and immediately closed her
mouth.
Imogen was a bit guilty and didn’t dare to look Charlie in the eyes. She put the bag on the sofa and
said, “Charlie, help me take care of Grace tonight. I have something to do, so I’ll be backter.” In
front of Grace, Charlie quickly agreed. “Okay, go ahead. Grace, you will have dinner with me
tonight!”
“Okay,” Grace responded immediately, “Thank you.’
Imogen was afraid that Grace would be bored, so she gave the iPad to her, After saying a few
words, Imogen turned around and left.
As soon as she got out of the elevator, a Facebook message came from her mobile phone. She
opened it and saw Charlie sending a disdainful emoji: [Tell me what’s going on? Why didn’t
you send her away?]
Imogen was silent for a few seconds: [Don’t worry, this is thest time.]
Charlie felt she still had to worry.
Charlie finally understood that dimwit was cunning because he knew that Imogen’s heart was tied to
the child, so he used the child to persuade Imogen to stay with him.
Charlie: [Are you sure?]
[I am sure.] Imogen replied decidedly.
Charlie: [Okay, I believe you. By the way, what are you doing tonight? Don’te back toote.]
Imogen: [Private matter.]
Charlie didn’t expect Imogen to have any other personal affairs, so she rolled her eyes: [Don’t tell
me it’s rted to Troy.l
Imogen did not know what to say.
She just walked to the gate of the apartment, opened the door to get in the car, and directly turned
off the screen, pretending not to see it.
After a few minutes, she replied to Charlie’s message: [It’s impossible]
Charle did not believe her.
The car stopped at the entrance of the private styling studio.
Imogen raised her eyes and nced. It was still the same one asst time.
She couldn’t help but think of her embarrassment at the charity dinner, both mentally and
physically.
“What are you thinking about?” Troy asked casually, seeing her standing still.
Imogen came back to her senses and said, “It’s nothing.”
In the studio, Imogen sat in front of the mirror.
The makeup artist first removed Imogen’s makeup and said as removing it, “Ms. Forbes, your is
really good…”
Before the words of praise were uttered, the makeup artist was stunned.
After removing makeup, her skin was as delicate and smooth as milk.
But on her face, there were a few scars as if the milk rippled.
Seeing her gaze and expression, Imogen exined, “I was injured before.”
The scar was sharp and neat as if someone had deliberately scratched it with a knife.
The makeup artist said, “Your skin is delicate, so the scars are easy to cover.”
Troy stood aside. He felt as if he had been stung by a bee, and the sting was endless.
After putting on makeup and styling, the stylist matched Imogen with a high–end dress.
When she came out of the dressing room, Troy sat on the sofa and looked up with a trace of
amazement shing across his eyes.
“Let’s go.” Imogen nced at him lightly.
Troy pursed his lips, feeling a little sad.
He still remembered that thest time she came out after changing her clothes. She walked
skin
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around in front of him with a smile and asked him if she looked good.
Now, she only nced at the mirror and went directly to leave.