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Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper by Josie Johnson

Chapter 344.2

Chapter 344.2 You Asked For It II

After cruising the open road for half an hour, the motorcycle stopped by the river. Imogen dismounted, removed her helmet, and exhaled a breath of warmth.

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“How do feel?” Troy hung their helmets on the handlebars and smirked. “Are

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cold?”

“I’m okay.” Thankfully, Imogen was wearing a thick jacket.

Imogen leisurely walked along the railing, embracing the cool breeze while gazing at the sparkling river. She stretched, feeling the fresh air.

“Now, how are you feeling?” Troy approached her, a hint of a smile in his eyes. “Are you better now?”

It slowly dawned on Imogen that Troy had taken her for a ride to uplift her spirits.

She felt a rush of warmth and turned to him with a smile. “Much better, thanks.”

She wasn’t only thanking him for the ride but also for his timely appearance earlier in the day when he stood up for Grace and, in turn, for her.

Troy gazed at her intently, never once blinking. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Across the river, city lights shone brightly, casting an alluring highlight in his eyes. His gaze was as clear as the calm waters, crystalline and radiant.

The bright light revealed the contours of his face, making them even more striking.

Imogen was lost at the moment.

Then, Troy whispered words that made Imogen want to roll her eyes. “If you want to thank me, give me a kiss.”

Imogen felt embarrassed.

All the beauty and touching moments were instantly shattered.

She regained her senses, her lips twitched, and she shot Troy a look. “You wish.”

Imogen turned and started walking along the river.

Troy chuckled and caught up with her, matching her stride.

The two of them walked in silence.

Around them were only the sound of the wind, the gentle flow of water, and the occasional distant train whistle.

Imogen gradually found peace.

Not too far ahead, a lone figure appeared by the empty riverbank.

Upon hearing footsteps, the figure turned and seemed taken aback. With a hint of disbeliet, a man called out tentatively, “Imogen?”

Upon seeing the approaching figure, Imogen paused and walked towards him. “Et.., long time no see. I never expected to run into you here.”

He appeared noticeably thinner than before, with a mature look about him.

Looking at Troy by her side, Erik’s eyes revealed bitterness. “Long time no see. I come here Occasionally.”

Imogen said sincerely, “I’m sorry. I owe you an apology all this time.”

She had thought about reaching out to Erik but had feared he might not want to s

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The deception and hurt had already occurred, making all apologies seem weak and ineffectual. “It should be me apologizing to you,” Erik replied, attempting to sound more at ease, “I never imagined that my dad would be one of the kidnappers. I’d only seen it in the news. Any news about him now?”

Imogen replied, “Not at the moment. This situation isn’t related to you. You don’t have to apologize. It was me who took advantage of you.”

Erik took a deep breath and wore a relaxed smile. “That’s what I should say. We don’t need to talk

about it anymore. It’s getting late. You two can continue. I’m heading back.”

Imogen had considered calling him but realized there was little to say. “Take care.”

Erik’s figure disappeared.

Troy turned to look at Imogen, who had been lost in thought, and cleared his throat. “Stop looking. He’s already gone.”

Imogen regained her focus, withdrew her gaze, and sighed.

Troy raised an eyebrow. “Feeling sorry for him?”

Imogen shot Troy a look and turned, walking back.

Imogen said, “It’s just that I was the one who deceived him, and I’ve always felt somewhat guilty.” Troy replied, “Even when you knew it was wrong, you’d do it again if given another chance. Now - that it’s done, embrace it. His father was a kidnapper, and he used ill–gotten wealth. You didn’t deceive him for selfish or baseless reasons, but you did it for your father and justice. No need to lower your stature.”

If given another chance, she’d do it all over again.

Imogen sighed, “Thank you.”

Troy drawled lazily, “I’m still waiting for you. If you want to thank me, kiss me.”

Imogen rose on her tiptoes and quickly kissed his cheek before walking.

Troy remained in place, the warmth of that brief touch almost feeling like an illusion.