Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper by Josie Johnson novel Chapter 251

Chapter 251 Shall I Feed You 

Troy immediately got out of bed and fetched the medicine box. He found a thermometer and checked Imogen’s temperature. 

101.48 degrees Fahrenheit. 

He retrieved some fever–reducing granules from the medicine box, dissolved them in warm water, and gently fed them to Imogen. 

He soaked a cloth in alcohol and delicately wiped her forehead and neck. 

Troy placed the towel aside and tried to wipe her armpits by lifting her thermal underwear. However, the underwear was too snug, making it impossible for him to reach. 

After contemplating for a few seconds, he removed her thermal underwear. Troy reasoned it was for her well–being, and she probably wouldn’t hold it against him. 

He used a towel to wipe her armpits, arms, and chest carefully. 

His gaze grew increasingly intense as he observed her faintly exposed, glowy skin and slender 

waist. 

After he was done, Troy covered her with a blanket and sat beside her. He checked her temperature every twenty minutes and wiped her down with alcohol. 

He continued this routine until well past four o’clock in the morning, when Imogen’s fever finally subsided. 

Troy put down his guard. He was exhausted. He lifted the blanket, lay beside Imogen, and embraced her tightly. 

However, sleep eluded him even as he closed his eyes and felt her soft, with delicate skin against his. A strange, restless fire seemed to burn within him, making him incredibly restless. Imogen slept fitfully in his arms. She shifted her body several times. Her round, pert buttocks occasionally brushed against his sensitive areas, further igniting the passionate fire within him. What tormented him even more was that, during one of Imogen’s movements, the clasp on the back of her remaining underwear accidentally came undone and slipped off her body. 

As if possessed, Troy couldn’t resist taking hold of it and burying himself inside. Just as Grace had said, it was incredibly fragrant and velvety. 

Out of consideration for Imogen’s illness, Troy didn’t push things further and held her tightly, enduring the longing until daybreak. 

Imogen slowly opened her eyes, feeling groggy and heavy–headed. Her throat was parched as if she had swallowed knives, and her entire body ached. She had no desire to get out of bed. 

She sniffed. 

Her nose was stuffy. 

She had caught a cold. 

Imogen turned her body, closed her eyes, and tried to continue sleeping. 

As she drifted off, she suddenly remembered Grace sleeping beside her. 

Imogen couldn’t risk infecting Grace with the cold. She considered taking her to Troy’s place in the next few days. 

“Grace.” Grace turned again and opened her eyes but froze. 

Where was Grace? 

Imogen finally realized that something was wrong. She looked around and realized that she wasn’t in her room at the large penthouse. 

Instead, she was in the master bedroom of Galaxy Villa. 

Imogen quickly sat up. She felt a chill on her upper body. She glanced down and hurriedly covered herself with the blanket. 

Imogen rubbed her forehead and tried to recall what had happened the previous night. She returned to the hospital room to get Grace asleep on the bed. 

She was about to wake Grace when suddenly she felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck, and everything went black. 

She remembered Troy being behind her at that moment. 

Had Troy knocked her out? 

Why? 

Imogen sighed in frustration, closed her eyes, and touched the back of her neck. She felt a sharp sting. 

She took a deep breath and glanced around. She couldn’t find her clothes anywhere. 

Imogen lay back down. She used the blanket to cover herself entirely and called out loudly toward the door, “Is anyone there? Troy?” 

She called out twice, but her throat was dry and sore, so she gave up. 

After ten seconds, Troy pushed the door open from outside. He sat by the bed and touched Imogen’s forehead. “Imogen, are you awake?” 

Imogen instinctively moved back and looked at Troy coldly. “What are you doing? Did you deliberately knock me out? Where are my clothes?” 

She had a sickly complexion, and her glare lacked its usual intensity. 

Troy hesitated, gently holding Imogen through the blanket and feeling her forehead. 

Finally, he withdrew his hand. His expression was calm when he asked, “Are you hungry?” 

Imogen remained silent. 

Did he hear what she was asking just now? 

“I’m asking you, why did you knock me out? Where are my clothes?” Imogen glared at him. 

But Troy didn’t directly answer her. “Sue made breakfast. I’ll get it for you. How are you feeling now? Do you have any 

any discomfort?” 

“I want my clothes and to go downstairs to eat alone!” 

“Be a good girl and stay in bed. I’ll bring you breakfast.” 

With that, Troy turned and left the room. 

Imogen sighed in exasperation. 

She wrapped herself in the blanket and got out of bed. She then opened the room’s wardrobe. It was empty! 

There wasn’t a single piece of clothing. 

Imogen widened her eyes in disbelief. 

She rushed to the door and pressed the handle, but Troy locked it outside. 

She circled the room, but there were no signs of electronic devices. 

Imogen slumped on the bed, pounding it in frustration. Her face contorted with anger. 

She understood now. Troy wanted to lock her up, as he had mentioned yesterday, to keep her close like a canary by his side. 

Charlie should be calling her if she didn’t return home at night. 

Her phone was with Troy, and he might be using his information to deceive Charlie. 

Imogen hoped Charlie would discover it soon. 

Speaking of the phone, Imogen suddenly remembered Erik. 

She rubbed her forehead. 

They had just confirmed their relationship. Erik would undoubtedly send her messages. It wouldn’t be good if Troy saw them. 

Just then, Troy pushed the door open from outside. He was holding a tray with a hearty breakfast. Imogen clenched the blanket and watched him warily. “Troy, are you trying to detain me? Restricting someone’s freedom like this is illegal, you know?” 

“Eat,” Troy said, ignoring her questions. He placed the tray on the bedside table. 

Frustrated by his lack of response to her inquiries, Imogen pushed. “Troy, don’t play dumb! We’re divorced. Why can’t you just let me go?” 

“Do you want me to feed you?” Troy asked. 

She rolled in the blanket and turned her back to Troy. “I’m not eating.” 

“Eat a little. Not eating is bad for your health.” 

“I won’t eat. If you don’t let me go, I’ll go on a hunger strike until the day you release me,” Imogen coldly declared, “I’ll starve myself. I have nothing to lose.” 

Troy fell silent for a few seconds and then suddenly chuckled. “Nothing to lose? What about Erik? Isn’t he your boyfriend?” 

Imogen stiffened. 

No wonder Troy suddenly went crazy. It turned out he knew about this. 

“Why aren’t you talking? Hmm?” Troy suddenly leaned in, pressing Imogen’s shoulder with one hand to force her to lie flat on her back. His other arm propped up by her head. He towered above her and looked down at her. “You promised me a fair competition with Erik yesterday, right? Is this what you call a fair competition? Or were you trying to deceive, fool, and toy with me?” Imogen pursed her lips and averted her gaze. “I didn’t toy with you, it’s just…” 

It was just that Erik’s confession came out of nowhere, and accepting it was the best way to gather information. 

“It’s just that you prefer Erik. He confessed to you, and you agreed willingly?” Troy mocked her with a cold smile. 

Imogen remained silent.