Chapter 83 Don’t Make Any Noise
Liam looked indulgently at Imogen and said, “Imogen was my neighbor when we were kids, and she used to cry a lot.”
“Childhood friends? That’s quite a fortunate connection. Let me know if you two have good news.”
“Don’t be joking, Mr. Jones. Imogen and I are just friends,” Liam said.
He understood the situation. Imogen had a boyfriend now.
“I get it. Young people like to label each other as friends,” the deputy director chimed in.
Troy looked up with a frown, and his gaze shifted coolly between Liam and Imogen.
He had already warned her that she and Liam were not a suitable match.
But Imogen hadn’t seemed to pay attention. Did she really like Liam that much?
“Troy? Troy!”
“Hmm? What did you say?” Troy snapped back to attention, looking at Sarah.
Sarah’s eyes darkened. She leaned close to Troy, whispering, “Have you noticed that Imogen and Liam seem very compatible? If you divorce Imogen, it would be good if she could be with Liam.”
Troy shook his head. “No. They’re not suitable.”
“How do you know they’re not suitable?”
“I’ve looked into their work and personalities.”
As Troy and Sarah engaged in their hushed conversation, Imogen felt a twinge of bitterness and lowered her gaze.
The waiters began bringing out dishes one after another, quickly filling the table.
Everyone dug in without hesitation.
Liam offered Imogen Crabcake R’moulade and said, “Try this first.”
“Thank you.”
Imogen took a bite, savoring its texture and unique fragrance. “It’s good.”
After finishing the Crabcake R◆◆moulade, Imogen started sampling other dishes.
Liam was considerate, occasionally picking up food for Imogen.
When Troy saw their interaction, his expression grew darker.
“Troy, could you help me with that dish over there? I can’t reach it,” Sarah said, a hint of hatred flashed across her eyes.
This was the second time she noticed Troy becoming distracted.
“Sure.”
Troy picked up the dish for Sarah and said, “Let me know if you need more.”
He focused on Sarah, refilling her plate when it was almost empty.
Watching his attentiveness, Imogen couldn’t help but chuckle self deprecatingly.
Midway through the meal, Imogen stood up, saying she needed to use the restroom. The men’s and women’s restrooms were connected, with a shared dry–wet separation handwashing area outside.
After leaving the restroom stall, Imogen washed her hands and refined her makeup in front of the
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mirror.
Troy entered from outside. Noticing Imogen refining her makeup, he stood behind her, extending his arms to rest on the sink, effectively trapping her in his embrace.
Imogen was startled. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, she asked, “What are you doing?”
“I have something to tell you.”
Imogen wasn’t in the mood to hear him out right now. She put her cosmetics back into her bag and turned to leave. “I’m going back… Hmm…”
However, before she could finish, Troy locked her lips with his. His strong hands wrapped around her waist, pressing her against the sink as their lips and tongues intertwined.
Troy had come here to see Sarah.
Yet, his gaze had been inexplicably drawn to Imogen.
Seeing her being close to Liam, he felt uncomfortable, like thousands of ants crawling in his heart.
Troy probably felt uncomfortable because Imogen didn’t care after he reminded her that she and Liam weren’t suitable for each other.
Imogen pressed her hands against Troy’s chest, trying to push him away. “Hmm… Stop. I should go back now.”
Troy frowned, tightening his arms even more. He pressed one hand against her head, delving his tongue deeper into her mouth.
Imogen’s lips were swollen, and she was struggling to catch her breath. Finally, Troy released her.
Imogen glared at him. She glanced at her lips in the mirror. They looked visibly different from before.
Troy smiled and embraced Imogen from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder. He looked at her in the mirror and lightly touched her lips with his fingers. “You look good this way.”
“Let go of me. I want to go back.”
“Go back? Go back to being all lovey–dovey with Liam? Imogen, I warned you before. You two aren’t suitable for each other…”
Imogen frowned. She wasn’t lovey–dovey with Liam,
“Don’t talk about Liam and me. What about you and Sarah?”
“It’s different.”
Imogen sneered, “What’s so different? Aren’t you here to visit Sarah?”
“I knew you were here.”
Sue told Troy that Imogen had come to visit Liam on the set.
He had intended to come and take Imogen back. Sarah’s call had just given him an excuse.
Troy held Imogen’s jaw, tilting her head half a turn, and locked her lips again.
His other hand traced along her body, caressing her.
Imogen’s body grew weak, and she couldn’t help leaning against his chest,
Troy suddenly touched dampness.
He let go of Imogen’s lips, holding her and leading her into the restroom, replaceing an empty stall to
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step into. “Let me please you.”
“No… We can’t…” Imogen blushed.
This was absurd.
How could they do this in a place like a restroom?
Troy sensed Imogen’s worry and gave a faint smile. “Just don’t make any noise.”
He pressed her against the stall door. With his hot breath cascading onto her neck, he explored
her body with his fingers.
“But… People are waiting in the private room… for us…”
“Just let them wait.”
Imogen fell silent, closed her eyes, bit her lip, and restrained herself from moaning.
That moment arrived.
“Ah…” She involuntarily moaned, shuddering throughout her body.
“Alright. We can go now.” Troy finally released Imogen.
However, Imogen remained leaning against the stall door. Her legs were slightly weak. She braced
herself against the door to steady herself as she emerged from the stall.
Troy was washing his hands, meticulously cleaning them, while stealing glances at Imogen.
Imogen blushed again in embarrassment.
She quickly left the restroom and returned to the private room, taking a seat.
Liam asked in confusion, “Why did you take so long?”
“I wasn’t feeling well.” Imogen had to lie.
“Not feeling well? Should we go to the hospital?”
“No. Just an old trouble.”
Sarah closed her eyes, recalling what she had witnessed earlier when she went to replace Troy. She wished she could skin Imogen alive!
But she had to endure.
Sarah clenched her fists, nails digging into her flesh, leaving crescent–shaped marks. With a spurious smile, she asked, “Imogen, what happened to your lips?”
“I got bitten by a mosquito.”
The deputy director said, “There won’t be mosquitoes once the weather gets colder.”
“Yes.”
At that moment, Troy returned and took his seat, saying, “Sorry, I ran into an acquaintance and stopped to talk to him for a while.”
“Understand. You have to exchange a few words when you meet someone,” Kevin said. Imogen forced a smile. Troy’s excuse sounded much more sophisticated than hers.
Suddenly, Imogen’s body tensed, and she discreetly glanced under the table.
Troy was caressing her calf with his foot.
Imogen shifted her position subtly.
However, the next moment, the slightly cool tip of his shoe brushed against her again.
On the table, Troy was busy serving food to Sarah. “I remember you like this dish. Have some more.”
Sarah smiled. “It’s too much for me to finish. Why don’t you help me eat?”
“Okay.”
Imogen shot Tory a glare.
Under the table, he not only didn’t stop but inched upwards.
Why hadn’t she noticed Troy to be so wicked before?
Imogen endured the torment. Lunch finally came to an end.
The other four were about to head back to the set.
Sarah held onto Troy’s sleeve, reluctant to part.
Troy opened the car door for Sarah and saw her off.
Sarah stood by the car door, glancing at Imogen, standing behind, and asked, “Troy, my birthday is coming. I want to celebrate it with you properly on that day…”
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