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Chapter 127 He Had Never Experienced Such Feeling

The car drove into the villa yard. And after getting out of the car, Troy paused and looked up. The lights

in the master bedroom had already turned off.

Entering the living room, Troy switched on the lights and deliberately glanced at the drawer. The spare

key to the master bedroom had been returned.

He silently walked into the room.

The room was pitch black, with only a few strands of moonlight seeping through the curtain, faintly

illuminating Imogen’s hair spread on the pillow.

A small bulge formed in the middle of the bed, looking extremely fragile in the darkness.

She curled up, with the covers covering half of her face.

Troy sat down by the edge of the bed, gently lifting a corner of the covers. Bathed in the faint

moonlight, he gazed at her sleeping face.

Troy only then noticed the deep wrinkle between her eyebrows, the sweat on her forehead, and the low

murmurs coming from her mouth She seemed to be having a nightmare.

Suddenly, it seemed as if she had dreamed of something terrifying. Her breathing became heavier and

more rapid, her fingers wrinkling the bedsheets, her body stiffening and trembling. Large beads of

sweat rolled down her forehead, her lips moved, and she whispered something. Troy bent down,

listening to her intermittent and weak voice, “…No, I’m not. I didn’t…”

A tear slowly trickled down from the corner of her eye, accompanied by her plea, sliding down and

percolating through the pillow.

Troy’s heart stung unbearably. He gulped and gently patted Imogen’s back, wiping the sweat from her

forehead, and softly said, “Just sleep, I will protect you. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“Dad, I miss you so much. Can you take me home?”

She dreamed of her father again.

She dreamed of the times when she was a child, her father had broad shoulders and would let her sit

on them.

She dreamed of sitting in the backseat of a cycle, her father giving her his only raincoat.

She dreamed of her father cooking to celebrate every time she scored high marks…

She missed home.

She wanted to return to the small house where she and her father relied on each other.

She didn’t want to be the adopted daughter of the Marshall family.

She was just Imogen, the daughter of Ignacio.

“Alright, when you wake up, I will take you home.” Troy had no intentions of taking advantage of

Imogen at this moment.

Perhaps hearing the reassurance, Imogen became more peaceful and gradually fell into a deep sleep.

Troy looked at her beautiful face and couldn’t help but drift off in thought.

Troy thought, “So, the calm she shows on the surface is just a facade. She also experiences nights of

crying in her nightmares. Liam’s right, she shouldn’t have to endure all this.”

As Troy saw the tears in the corner of her eyes, a dull ache welled up in him, not sharp but enough

to let him feel a lingering sourness, making it hard to breathe.

Troy thought, “Liam said he likes Imogen, so he feels distressed for her. Is this what feeling distressed

is like?”

He tucked Imogen in, gently got up, quietly closed the bedroom door, and slowly walked down the

stairs.

How could there be such an unbearable feeling in this world?

Obviously, it hurt so much, yet it was hard to put into words.

Like an old wound in the body, it would be fine on regular days, but on rainy days, it would ache to the

bone. But one couldn’t touch the wound or find its source, and could only endure it painfully, tossing

and turning.

He had never experienced this kind of feeling before!

Even during the incident with Sarah back then

At that time, he had remorse, but it was mostly guilt.

At that time, he had just started his internship at the Marshall Group, and there was a leak of software

development data!

After a thorough investigation, he emerged as the prime suspect, and he was unlikely to leak Marshall

Group’s secrets. Thus, the suspect was the only person who had access to his computer,

Sarah.

Then he thought of a few suspicious points and confronted Sarah.

Sarah cried and tried to disassociate herself, but she couldn’t explain the suspicious points on her. The

two quarreled.

Before that, they had already had several conflicts.

So he said, “Let’s not see each other for a few days, calm down, and then decide whether we should

continue.”

But Sarah couldn’t accept it and ran out alone.

Then the incident happened.

After the incident, he often wondered if he had chased after her that day, she wouldn’t have had the

accident.

But there were no ifs in life.

For him at that time, Henry’s sigh, the colleagues‘ disdain, Leo’s consolation, ‘and the fellow interns‘

remedy were so heavy.

He didn’t have time for love affairs. He could only do his best to make up for the various problems

caused by the data leak.

After Sarah was saved, she had a psychological toll and became particularly dependent on him. He

never mentioned that they should take a few days apart to cool off again.

Facing Sarah, he felt mostly helpless and that he should compensate her and indulge her. Never

before had he experienced such a dense and heavy ache deeply rooted in his heart. Troy stopped on

the stairs, took out his phone, and dialed Lane’s number.

“Lane.”

“Mr. Marshall, what can I do for you?” Lane thought Troy had forgotten to instruct things about

the collaboration tonight.

“Didn’t the Financial Channel always want to ask me to do an exclusive interview? You tell them that I

agree.”

“What?” Lane thought he had misheard.

Troy had always disliked the media prying into his privacy. Apart from videos from public speeches

circulating online, he never accepted any interviews, didn’t have any social media accounts, and rarely

appeared in public.

“Mr. Marshall, are you sure about this?” Lane had a clear conscience. He thought, “Mr. Marshall seems

to be feeling sorry for Ms. Forbes and intends to personally clarify the situation.”

“Yes, you go contact them and coordinate the time and questions.”

“Understood.”

On Saturday morning, Troy and Imogen went to the Marshall villa.

“Uncle! Auntie!”

Four–year–old Wesley bounced out of the living room to greet them.

“Wesie came so early!”

Imogen held his hand and walked towards the living room.

Wesley looked serious and said, “Uncle, Auntie, my dad said he’s taking me hiking. Are you coming

too?”

Climbing the mountain referred to visiting the graves.

The Marshall family had a cemetery on a hill on the outskirts, where Thomas and his wife were buried.

They were Leo’s biological parents, and on this day every year, he would go up the mountain to pay his

respects.

Troy would also go, even though he didn’t remember what his father looked like.

Last year, Wesley was too young, so Leo didn’t let Wesley go.

“Sure, Uncle and Auntie will go, too.” Imogen said.

“Yay! I prepared a lot of snacks…”

After entering the living room, Imogen greeted Layla first, “Grandma, Agnes.”

Layla looked at Imogen with a loving gaze.

“Grandma, Agnes.” Troy smiled lightly.

Layla gave him a fierce stare.

Layla had been keeping up with the recent news, So she knew that Troy had let Imogen suffer so much

for nothing.

It could have been settled with just a wedding certificate, but it had to be made so troublesome!

“Where’s Grandpa? How has his health been lately?” Imogen asked.

“Same as usual, he’s in the study. Troy, your grandfather asked you to go upstairs and find him.”

“Okay.” Troy responded and went upstairs.

Undoubtedly, Henry was going to reprimand Troy for this incident.

Agnes smiled and beckoned Imogen over. “Imogen, come and have a look.”

Chapter 127 He Had Never Experienced Such Feeling

“What?” Imogen walked over.

Agnes extended her wrist.

On her fair wrist, she wore an ice–blue bracelet.

Imogen’s smile paused for a moment, then she casually praised, “Ocean Heart! Agnes, Leo is really

good to you! He actually ordered one for you!”

A happy smile appeared on Agnes’s face. “What about yours? Did you not bring it with you?”

Layla asked with a smile, “Didn’t I ask you to bring it to have a look?”

Imogen sighed and put on a look of regret. “Unfortunately, Grandma, you won’t be able to see it!” “What

happened?”

“I accidentally broke that bracelet.”

“So what? If you liked it, I would have Troy buy you another one!”

But she didn’t like it, not at all.

Whenever she saw this bracelet, she would think of that night, the night Troy made his choice, the night

he decisively left…

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