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Chapter 278

Chapter 278 Who Hurt Her

Troy carried Imogen to the car, put her in the back seat, and looked at her carefully.

Her forehead was a little red, and there were two band–aids on it casually. The left side of her face was red and swollen, with five clear fingerprints on it, and her right foot…

Troy raised Imogen’s right foot and wanted to take off her boot. She wanted to take her foot back, but he held down her calf.

After taking off the boots, even though the socks were still on, Troy could still see the swollen ankles.

In short, Imogen looked messed up.

Troy’s eyes became sharp, and he asked in a calm voice, “What’s going on? Where did you get these injuries? Who hit you?”

Imogen was silent for a few seconds. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Imogen!”

Meeting Troy’s questioning eyes, Imogen turned away and closed her eyes.

Troy remained silent.

He was helpless and angry.

Troy believed he could still find out the truth even Imogen did not want to tell him.

Troy wondered, “Who on earth could have hurt Imogen, yet she still wants to protect them?”

Troy hadn’t even had a drink during the dinner party, and the secretary who helped him hold back the drink had already been sent back. He drove to the hospital, carried Imogen to the orthopedics. department first, put her on a chair, and explained his purpose.

The doctor raised Imogen’s right foot and gently pressed on the red and swollen area, judging the situation. “Does it hurt so much here?”

Imogen said, “A little.”

“What about here?”

“A little. Doctor, you press too lightly. It may hurt if you

you press hard.”

“That’s right. Then, I’ll press harder,” The doctor said with a smile.

Imogen didn’t take it seriously, only thinking that the doctor was joking. Unexpectedly, the next second, the doctor fixed her ankle and pressed hard on her ankle.

“Ouch…”

Caught off guard, Imogen burst into tears because of the pain.

Troy quickly supported her and held one of her hands. “Does it hurt?”

Imogen burst into tears. “Yes…”

It hurt so much.

Looking at her red eyes and aggrieved expression, Troy laughed.

Imogen withdrew her hand from his.

She wondered why Troy was still smiling.

The doctor put down Imogen’s warm ankle and said, “Try walking on the ground to see if it still

hurts.”

Imogen carefully placed her right foot on the ground, stood up holding the table, limped for two steps, slowly moved her weight on her left foot to her right foot, walked slowly to the door, and then walked back.

She beamed. “It seems that the pain is really gone. Thank

you, Doctor!”

The doctor said, “You’re welcome, as long as it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

As for the wound on her forehead, the doctor treated it, put a square gauze on it, and prescribed medicine.

Back in the car again, Troy asked while fastening his seat belt, “Do you want me to send back?”

“How about you take me to the restaurant? My car is still there…”

“Give me the key, and I’ll have someone drive it for you tomorrow.”

“Okay, Grace is at Marshall villa, so go pick her up first.”

Troy changed his direction to Marshall villa.

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Imogen picked up her phone and looked through the Facebook group for photography courses.

There happened to be a photography class tonight.

Imogen asked for leave from the teaching assistant.

At this time, the class was not over yet. Not many people were chatting in the Facebook they were probably taking the class seriously.

group, so

Troy parked the car at the door of Marshall villa, and the two got out of the car together. They went in and talked to Layla for a while, and then took Grace out.

When Troy’s car was approaching the apartment where Imogen lived, Imogen said, “Just stop at the east gate.”

Non–residents could only park on the roadside there, and they could not park for a long time. Troy quickly realized Imogen’s intentions. She merely saw him as a driver and wanted him to leave once he’d done the task.

He said, “No, it’s too far from your apartment block, and it’s too cold outside. It’s better for me to park directly in the underground garage.”

“Actually, it’s not far…”

Without saying a word, Troy drove into the underground garage.

Imogen pouted and said nothing.

For the sake of his help tonight, she did not want to argue with him.

After parking the car, Troy pushed the door down and consciously followed Imogen and Grace into the elevator.

When she arrived at the flat floor, Imogen took off her boots, took out her mobile phone, hung her down jacket on the hook next to her, and went straight to the kitchen.

There were frozen pizzas in the refrigerator. Imogen was ready to heat a few slices of pizza for herself.

Troy stood at the kitchen door, saw her movements, and said, “I just talked and didn’t eat much in the evening, so prepare a few slices of pizza for me as well.”

Imogen turned around and glared at him.

Troy curled his lips and smiled, then turned around and returned to the living room.

Suddenly, Imogen’s cell phone on the table

rang.

Troy walked over and took a look. It was a message.

When the screen was locked, he could only see that the person who sent the message noted that his name was Xavier, but he could not see the specific message content.

Grace told Troy that Xavier was the photography tutor of Imogen’s photography class, and she planned to go with Xavier to collect photos.

But Alex and Grace would also follow. Troy didn’t think much about it. He just felt that Imogen really wanted to learn photography.

“Come in and get the plate!”

Imogen’s sound came from the kitchen.

Troy walked in, came out with a plate in one hand, and placed it on the table.

Imogen trailed behind, holding two slices of pizza on a plate, accompanied by a side of garlic bread and ranch dip.

Troy and Imogen were sitting on the sofa, enjoying their pizzas. Watching them, Grace’s craving grew stronger. Eventually, Troy grabbed a clean plate and served her a few slices.

After eating, Troy had no reason to stay here anymore and reluctantly left.

Before leaving, he did not forget to turn around and say, “Remember to apply medicine on the injury on your forehead on time.”

Imogen didn’t say anything and closed the door directly.

With a “click“, Troy turned into a door panel in front of him. He touched his nose and took the elevator to the garage. After getting in the car, he didn’t start the car in a hurry but sent a message to Lane, asking him to investigate what happened to Imogen at the restaurant tonight. Imogen cleaned up the dishes, snuggled into the sofa comfortably, and picked up the phone to unlock it. She then saw the message from Xavier: [Why didn’t you come to class tonight?] Imogen replied: [I’m sorry. I had some things to deal with tonight. I’ll catch up on the replay.] [Well, there is courseware in the group. You can ask me if you don’t understand.] [Thanks.]

Imogen thought for a while and then asked: [Xavier, have you confirmed the time for the collection you mentioned last time?]

Xavier replied: [Didn’t I tell you to call me Hann?]

Imogen replied: [Okay, Hann.]

Xavier replied: [The time hasn’t been set yet. Is there any problem? Do you have a problem with time?]

-Well, I have something to do in the next month. At present, I only have time tomorrow and the

day after tomorrow.]

Imogen glanced at Grace next to her and prayed that Xavier would have time in these three days. Otherwise, she would have to wait a month later. Grace couldn’t wait so long.

Grace had a disagreement with Emily and extended her stay here for inspiration. Imogen didn’t want to let her down.

Chapter 278 Who Hurt Her

[Okay, I have something on hand. I will deal with it tomorrow morning. After lunch, I will leave and stay in Leeds City for two days. Do you think it is okay?]

[Okay, thank you, Hann!]

Imogen turned to look at Grace. “Grace, we’ll go for inspiration tomorrow!”

Grace looked up from the cartoon she was watching and excitedly raised her hand. “Yay!”

Imogen also informed Charlie and Alex.

On the eighth, Imogen simply packed her luggage.

Alex came over with his luggage and had lunch together with her. The three adults and Grace drove to the highway intersection.

There was already a black car waiting on the roadside, and standing next to it was a young man wearing a dark plaid coat and a scarf.

Looking at the man from a distance, Charlie exclaimed, “Damn, that can’t be Xavier. He’s so handsome!”

Imogen glanced at the man and looked at the license plate number. “Charlie, that’s the car. We can stop now.”

Charlie parked behind the black car.

Imogen pushed the door open and got out of the car. She then closed the door. “H–Hann?”

When Imogen saw the photo in the Facebook group before, she felt that Yohan looked a bit like Troy. No, he was older than Troy. It should be said that Troy looked like him. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Now that Imogen saw Yohan in person, she felt that Yohan and Troy looked even more similar, especially their facial features. They looked exactly the same.

Yohan walked over, looked at Imogen’s familiar face, and smiled. “Hello, Imogen.”

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