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Chapter 321.2 Do Not Give Up on Me (2)

“Give up on you? When did I give up on you…”

When Imogen learned the truth today, he couldn’t help but blame Troy.

But she also knew that Troy played a crucial role in Leo’s turning himself in.

She respected Leo as an elder brother, but Leo was his elder brother who grew up

He would only feel more uncomfortable.

with him.

Therefore, despite all the complaints, she would not change her attitude towards Troy in the future.

“Then… can you stop interacting with Yohan?” Troy said with a hint of hope in his tone.

If she could agree, he would treat what happened today as if it never happened.

Imogen was surprised when he heard this. “It’s impossible, Troy, don’t be ridiculous.”

Although Leo confessed his crime, Yohan had helped her catch Jeff and was her photography teacher.

How could they no longer have contact?

A trace of sadness flashed across Troy’s eyes.

Sure enough, she didn’t agree….

She said he was being ridiculous.

“Is there anything else? If not, I’ll go up.”

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Imogen broke away from his arms, pressed the up button, and entered the elevator.

Leo stood there, closed his eyes, and remained motionless.

Imogen exited the elevator and entered the password to open the door.

The living room was dark.

She

put on her slippers and sat down on the sofa. She found that Charlie had sent a Facebook message

when she turned off her phone, saying that she was going on a business trip for a few days and that

the high–speed train was leaving this afternoon.

Imogen replied to Charlie, wishing her a pleasant journey.

In the middle of the night, Imogen was awakened by a violent knock on the door.

In the dark, she was very sleepy and not yet conscious.

“Knock, Knock, Knock…”

Another string of voices came.

Imogen woke up this time. She blinked and confirmed that someone was knocking on her door.

Who could it be in the middle of the night?

Imogen had wanted to ignore it, but the sound was endless.

She angrily turned on the bedside lamp, lifted the quilt, got up from the bed, left the room, walked to the

door, and turned on the living room light.

“Who is it?” she shouted towards the door.

She was answered by several knocks on the door.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

Imogen gritted her teeth and opened the electronic lock monitoring with night vision function.

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The angle on the screen was a bit strange, but Imogen could still tell from it that the person knocking

on the door was… Troy.

With furious rage, she opened the door and said, “Troy, what’s wrong with you… hey, what are you

doing…”

Before she finished speaking, Troy, leaning against the door, fell over. Imogen spent a lot of strength to

support him.

A strong smell of alcohol hit her face.

Was he drinking in the middle of the night?

How dare he drink? Did he forget about his stomach illness?

“Troy?”

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No one responded.

Imogen supported him hard. “Are you okay?”

Troy closed his eyes, breathing heavily, and still didn’t answer, as if he was drunk to death.

She didn’t know how much he drank, and he couldn’t even stand still.

But he was so drunk that he could still find her home?

Imogen was so angry that she really wanted to throw him out the door.

But it was still cold now, especially at night…

Imogen slammed the door with one hand and helped Troy to the sofa with difficulty.

Suddenly, Troy tripped over the coffee table beside him and threw himself straight towards the sofa.

Imogen was caught off guard, feeling the world was spinning. When she reacted, she was already

pressed under Troy.

She raised her eyes and saw that Troy had opened his eyes at some point. She hurriedly pushed him

and said, “Troy, get up.”

Troy’s eyes were extremely deep, staring at her unblinkingly.

Imogen was a little scared and swallowed. “Troy, it’s already early in the morning…”

Troy suddenly lowered his head. His handsome face came down, blocked her mouth, and bit her lips

roughly.

“Wait…”

The smell of alcohol filled Imogen’s nose, her brain became dizzy, and she couldn’t breathe. She

pushed him hard, but Troy was as motionless as a mountain.

He grabbed her two slender wrists, raised them above her head, and pulled off her pajamas with

his other hand.

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