Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

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 replaced “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 similarly 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?”

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 planning to do next?”

Imogen answered honestly, “I’m planning 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 delay my trip by a couple

of days.”

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

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 explained the identity of the one who

caused the accident.

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 accident,

Because of this accident, 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 accident. 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 occasionally see her at the Marshall villa. 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 minutes later, she returned with dinner.

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

She placed 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, becoming 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 placed 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 glanced at his hand with the IV drip.

His intention was clear.

Imogen, pretending not to notice, placed 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

blanket. “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 blanket.

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 eyelashes

were clear up close, blinking softly.

Troy always knew her skin was smooth.

But he had realized too late 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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