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affectionately, “I am not lying to you. I will send you back to my house now. Before I come back, could

you listen to Charlie’s words?”

Grace said, “You are the one who loves me most!”

Grace turned around and threw herself into Imogen’s arms, looking up at her with a smile. Her

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face was full of triumphant smiles, and there was not a single tear on her face.

Imogen looked at her in astonishment and immediately realized that she had been fooled. She

stretched out her hand to scratch Grace’s armpit. “You are naughty! You have learned to pretend to

cry!”

Grace giggled after being scratched by Imogen. While twisting and dodging, she begged for mercy with

a smile, “Imogen, stop scratching, hahaha… I am wrong. I will never dare to lie to you again!”

Troy sat quietly at the side, with his legs crossed, leaning against the back of the chair. With his slender

hands resting casually on his lap, he looked at them with a smile on his face. His eyes were full of

doting meaning.

Grace laughed so hard that tears were about to come out. She couldn’t help but move to Troy’s side

and climbed onto his lap, “Uncle! I’m dying of laughing. Please help me!”

Troy wrapped his arms around Grace’s small body and held Imogen’s hand with the other. “Okay. Let’s

stop playing.”

The tone was gentle and helpless as if Imogen was a child who needed to be coaxed by adults. His

hands were big, with long and slender fingers. The back of his hands were delicate, and the blue veins

were clearly visible. He tightly wrapped Imogen’s hands. His hands conveyed the feeling of heat and

roughness. He rubbed her delicate skin, which made her feel itching. Imogen withdrew her hand and

said, “I forgive you this time.”

She sighed silently.

Her plan of alienation and refusal failed.

Forget it. She decided to treat it as the last time.

Next time, she would definitely refuse.

The driver asked, “Mr. Marshall, do you want to divert now?”

Troy said, “No, first go to the villa to get some Grace’s clothes, and then

The driver said, “Yes.”

go to Imogen’s house.”

The car stopped at the entrance of the apartment. Imogen got out of the car, took the bag of clothes,

and personally took Grace upstairs.

Charlie was lying comfortably on the sofa playing with her mobile phone when she saw Imogen coming

back, and she said, “Send her…”

Before she finished speaking, she saw Grace coming in from behind and immediately closed her

mouth.

Imogen was a bit guilty and didn’t dare to look Charlie in the eyes. She put the bag on the sofa and

said, “Charlie, help me take care of Grace tonight. I have something to do, so I’ll be back later.” In front

of Grace, Charlie quickly agreed. “Okay, go ahead. Grace, you will have dinner with me tonight!”

“Okay,” Grace responded immediately, “Thank you.’

Imogen was afraid that Grace would be bored, so she gave the iPad to her, After saying a few words,

Imogen turned around and left.

As soon as she got out of the elevator, a Facebook message came from her mobile phone. She

opened it and saw Charlie sending a disdainful emoji: [Tell me what’s going on? Why didn’t

you send her away?]

Imogen was silent for a few seconds: [Don’t worry, this is the last time.]

Charlie felt she still had to worry.

Charlie finally understood that dimwit was cunning because he knew that Imogen’s heart was tied to

the child, so he used the child to persuade Imogen to stay with him.

Charlie: [Are you sure?]

[I am sure.] Imogen replied decidedly.

Charlie: [Okay, I believe you. By the way, what are you doing tonight? Don’t come back too late.]

Imogen: [Private matter.]

Charlie didn’t expect Imogen to have any other personal affairs, so she rolled her eyes: [Don’t tell me

it’s related to Troy.l

Imogen did not know what to say.

She just walked to the gate of the apartment, opened the door to get in the car, and directly turned off

the screen, pretending not to see it.

After a few minutes, she replied to Charlie’s message: [It’s impossible]

Charle did not believe her.

The car stopped at the entrance of the private styling studio.

Imogen raised her eyes and glanced. It was still the same one as last time.

She couldn’t help but think of her embarrassment at the charity dinner, both mentally and physically.

“What are you thinking about?” Troy asked casually, seeing her standing still.

Imogen came back to her senses and said, “It’s nothing.”

In the studio, Imogen sat in front of the mirror.

The makeup artist first removed Imogen’s makeup and said as removing it, “Ms. Forbes, your is really

good…”

Before the words of praise were uttered, the makeup artist was stunned.

After removing makeup, her skin was as delicate and smooth as milk.

But on her face, there were a few scars as if the milk rippled.

Seeing her gaze and expression, Imogen explained, “I was injured before.”

The scar was sharp and neat as if someone had deliberately scratched it with a knife.

The makeup artist said, “Your skin is delicate, so the scars are easy to cover.”

Troy stood aside. He felt as if he had been stung by a bee, and the sting was endless.

After putting on makeup and styling, the stylist matched Imogen with a high–end dress.

When she came out of the dressing room, Troy sat on the sofa and looked up with a trace of

amazement flashing across his eyes.

“Let’s go.” Imogen glanced at him lightly.

Troy pursed his lips, feeling a little sad.

He still remembered that the last time she came out after changing her clothes. She walked

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around in front of him with a smile and asked him if she looked good.

Now, she only glanced at the mirror and went directly to leave.