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Chapter 160 He No Longer Had This Opportunity

As they exited the hall, they were greeted by a cold wind carrying a scattering of white flakes. It was

snowing.

Imogen looked up at the sky.

Troy looked at Imogen. “Should we head back now?”

Imogen glanced at the sky. The snowfall was intensifying. Driving on the highway might not be very

safe.

“Let’s stay here for the night. We can head back tomorrow when the snow has stopped.” “Okay.”

Troy took off his coat and draped it over Imogen’s shoulders. Just as Imogen was about to refuse, Troy

said, “You’ve recently given birth. You need to take care of your health.”

“Thanks.”

“You don’t need to thank me…”

Troy wanted to say, “You’re my wife. It’s what I should do.”

But in the end, he couldn’t bring himself to say those words.

They had been married for three years, and he had over a thousand days and nights to call her his

wife.

It was just that he never did.

Now he no longer had that chance.

How Troy wished that this heavy snowfall could continue forever, never coming to an end.

Then, they would remain here forever, never returning to that place that had caused her so much

sorrow.

They also wouldn’t get divorced.

However, hope was just hope.

The snow stopped in the evening.

The next day, they embarked on their journey back.

As they exited the highway, Imogen said, “Let’s go back and get our documents, then head straight to

the Courthouse!”

She glanced at her watch and said, “We still have an hour left, which should be enough.” Even though

he had long known her intentions, hearing these words still caused a tremor in Troy’s heart. It felt like

something was blocking him, leaving him no way to relieve the pressure. At this moment, his emotions

were asicy and biting as the weather outside, chilling him to the bone, just like the coldness of a snowy

landscape.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white from the intensity. His throat felt as if it

were filled with sand, hoarse and painful. With difficulty, he managed to speak,

“Alright.”

The two of them returned to the villa, retrieved their documents, and got back into the car. Troy started

the car slowly and drove towards the Courthouse.

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It was extremely quiet in the car.

Imogen looked out of the car window at the receding street scene. Memories from the past three years

flashed through her mind like a fleeting glimpse.

She gazed at her reflection in the glass as if seeing that sixteen–year–old Imogen again, whose eyes

held only Troy.

The twenty–five–year–old Imogen smiled at the sixteen–year–old Imogen and said, “I’ve tried my best,

but he just doesn’t love me. You wouldn’t blame me for that, would you?”

Suddenly, the car came to a stop.

Imogen snapped out of her thoughts, looked at the road ahead, and asked, “Is there a traffic jam?” Troy

glanced at Imogen through the rearview mirror and answered, “Yeah.”

Seeing Imogen still looking out the window, Troy closed his eyes, and a ridiculous thought flashed

through his mind.

At this point, he had no other way to go and didn’t care if his thought was absurd.

He discreetly picked up his phone and sent a message to Lane.

Soon, Troy received a call from Lane.

Troy pressed the answer button and put on a show. “Hey, what’s the matter? Okay, I got it…”

After ending the call, Troy looked in the rearview mirror and met Imogen’s gaze. A hint of apology

appeared in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Imogen. I can’t go to the Courthouse right now. There’s an urgent

matter at the company…”

“Haven’t you already resigned?”

“Grandpa’s will was announced, and the corporation held a shareholders‘ meeting to confirm me as the

chairman of the board…”

Imogen was momentarily surprised, then quickly regained her composure and said,

“Congratulations.”

He was finally able to break free from her and be with the one he loved. Furthermore, he achieved

success in his career.

“Is the matter that urgent? Can’t it wait a little longer?” Imogen asked.

“No, I’m afraid not.” Troy looked at her regretfully. “Every minute delayed could result in losses of

millions, even billions of dollars.”

For a brief moment, Troy even wished Imogen was a full–fledged gold digger.

So, as long as he had money, she would never leave him.

Unfortunately, Imogen wasn’t like that.

If Imogen were that kind of person, perhaps Troy wouldn’t have fallen in love with her either. Imogen

lowered her gaze, thinking, and said, “Let’s do it in the afternoon. When will you be available?”

“I’m not sure.” Troy replied with vague uncertainty.

“Then you can head to the company, and I’ll wait for you at the coffee shop downstairs.”

“Are

you sure you want to wait for me?”

Troy was about to suggest driving Imogen back home, but then he realized that the timing for dropping

her off at home was similar to going to the Courthouse. He quickly swallowed the words that were on

the tip of his tongue.

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“Sure. I don’t have much to do anyway.”

“Okay.” Troy cleared his throat, feeling a mixture of bitterness and regret as Imogen remained resolute

about the divorce.

Even though he was the one who proposed the divorce, he now found himself reluctant about it. Troy

dropped Imogen off at the coffee shop across from the Marshall Building and hesitated again. “It’s

almost noon. Why don’t you come with me to the office and take a break in the lounge?” Imogen shook

her head and said, “No need, I’ve already resigned. It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to show up at the

office again.”

A shadow crossed over Troy’s eyes, so dark that it seemed as if it could well

up with tears. Their relationship was public now, but she was reluctant to appear with him at the

company

anymore.

He fondly reminisced when they used to go for morning runs together, have breakfast together, and

commute to the office side by side.

“That’s fine.” Troy ordered coffee and dessert for Imogen, gazing at her momentarily before reluctantly

leaving the coffee shop.

Imogen sat in the corner of the coffee shop, sipping her coffee lightly.

After about half an hour, a blue–clad rider arrived with food in hand at the coffee shop entrance, calling

out, “Who’s Imogen? Your husband ordered takeout for you!”

All the customers in the coffee shop turned their attention to the blue–clad rider at the entrance, and

then their gazes collectively shifted around the interior of the coffee shop.

Hearing the voice, Imogen stood up, walked to the entrance to retrieve the takeout, and said, “It’s me,

thank you.”

The blue–clad rider glanced at Imogen, finding her somewhat similar to the description the person on

the phone had given him. He handed over the takeout to her and said, “Enjoy your

meal.”

Imogen returned to her seat and opened the takeout packaging.

Imogen and Troy often had lunch together at the company, and he knew what she liked. He had

ordered her favorite foods.

The other customers averted their gaze as Imogen returned to her seat.

Some resumed their normal activities of sipping coffee and enjoying their desserts.

Some started to whisper to each other.

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After all, it was right across from Marshall Building, so it’s not surprising that there were people who

had heard about Imogen and Troy.

Facing those various gazes, Imogen ignored them indifferently.

The executive office of the Marshall Building across the street was even more spacious and well–lit

than the CEO’s office. A large floor–to–ceiling window facing the street almost encompassed the entire

cityscape. Of course, it also provided a clear view of the coffee shop opposite. However, being on such

a high floor, Troy had brought a pair of binoculars to get a closer look.

He watched as Imogen finished her lunch and sat quietly in the coffee shop, waiting.

An indescribable anxiety welled up in Troy’s heart.

What should he do?

Chapter 160 He No Longer Had This Opportunity

Troy smiled wryly.

It was he who took the initiative to let go.

But when the time came, only then he realized that letting go was this difficult.

He regretted it!

He didn’t want a divorce, not at all!

Troy closed his eyes, and another lousy idea crossed his mind again.

An hour after Imogen had lunch, she received a call from the driver.

“Hello, Mrs. Marshall, where are you? Mr. Marshall had let me take you home.”

Imogen frowned slightly and asked, “Where is he?”

“Mr. Marshall went out for socializing and got drunk. He has already been brought back home.”

Imogen provided her address, and the driver arrived shortly after to pick her up and take her back

home.

As Imogen entered the living room, she asked Sue, “Where is Troy?”

“Mr. Marshall was drunk and sleeping upstairs.” Sue answered. She then silently said to herself she

didn’t intend to deceive Imogen.

Imogen walked upstairs with a hint of doubt, pushed open the door to Troy’s room, greeted by a strong

smell of alcohol.

Troy was lying on the bed, fully clothed and sleeping soundly.

“Troy?” Imogen walked up to the bed and called him, “Troy?”

Troy frowned slightly and continued sleeping.

He seemed totally wasted.

Imogen shook her head and smiled at herself in self–deprecation.

She almost mistakenly thought that it was Troy trying to delay their divorce.

How could that be possible?

After the divorce, he would be able to be with Sarah.

Imogen turned around and left.

Suddenly, Troy grabbed her hand and murmured in his sleep. “Imogen, I love you.”

and was

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