Classic Novel
Chapter 33
Chapter 33
Chapter 33.1: Lighter
Imogen gestured towards the bathroom and said, “I’m finished. You can go ahead and wash. up.”
Quickly, Troy took his pajamas and entered the bathroom. As Troy gracefully stepped into the bathroom, he was greeted by an enchanting aroma that filled the air like a gentle embrace. The delightful fragrance of shower gel danced around him. And he noticed the clear separation between the dry and wet areas.
It was the same scent that lingered on Imogen‘ s body. The aroma traveled up Troy‘ s nose and nerves, reaching his brain, causing a stirring sensation within him.
Troy’s body began to simmer with an intense heat, making him feel increasingly restless. With closed eyes, his mind was flooded with vivid images of his intimate moments with Imogen, making it all the more unbearable.
Meanwhile, Imogen sat on the bed, casually scrolling through her phone before preparing to go to sleep. However, as time passed, she couldn’t help but notice that Troy had been in the bathroom for quite a while, and there was no sound of running water.
Growing suspicious, Imogen lifted the blanket and stepped out of bed, making her way to the bathroom door. As she approached, she could faintly hear heavy breathing emanating from
inside.
Within mere seconds, realization struck her, and her face flushed red. Hurriedly, she returned to bed, fully aware of what Troy was doing there.
After a while, the sound of water started to patter in the bathroom, and it didn’t take long for it to cease. Soon, Troy emerged from the bathroom.
Beside her, Imogen felt the mattress sink as Troy settled down. After a while, she drifted off to sleep.
In the middle of the night, she found herself in a half–asleep, half–awake state, and it seemed like she heard heavy breathing in her ear. Imogen woke up and realized that the gasping sound wasn’t from her dream but from Troy, who was lying beside her.
She glanced at him in the soft moonlight and asked, “Troy, are you asleep?”
“No,” Troy replied in a hoarse voice.
Startled by his red face, Imogen inquired, “Why is your face so red?”
Imogen abruptly reached out and touched Troy‘ s forehead, only to realize that he was burning
hot.
“Troy, do you have a fever?” Imogen asked with concern as she sat up in bed,
As her cool hands touched his forehead, it felt like a refreshing rain after a long drought, and Troy couldn’t help but grasp her hand and press it against his face. In the dim light, his burning gaze
met hers.
“It’s not a fever. It’s the soup I had earlier tonight,” he explained.
It must have been a strong tonic soup, and Imogen, with her experience, quickly realized what might be happening.
“So… what should we do now?” she asked, acknowledging the situation.
Troy propped himself up, pressing Imogen down under him, their eyes locked in an intense gaze. He restrained himself, his brow furrowing and fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead. His
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Chapter 33.1: Lighter
hot breath was extremely hot.
Imogen struggled for a moment, then wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers brushing against the clean stubble on the back of his neck as she whispered, “Take it easy, be gentler.”
Troy’s face showed a trace of restraint. He took a deep breath and buried his head in the crook of Imogen’s neck. Suddenly, he abruptly got out of bed and walked swiftly towards the bathroom. Confused, Imogen asked, “Troy?”
“You go to bed first. I’ll take a shower.”
Troy entered the bathroom, and the sound of splashing water quickly followed while Imogen lay on the bed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and chill. She wanted to be his comfort, but he seemed to be determined to stay loyal to Sarah, even if it meant enduring discomfort. With that, she realized it was just wishful thinking on her part.
Under the blanket, Imogen turned over, curling up half–heartedly, and closed her eyes.
The sound of water from the bathroom felt like cold raindrops falling on her heart. Even so, she still worried about him. Taking a cold shower at night might make him catch a cold.
But she quickly dismissed the idea. Why should she interfere if he was willing to eat spicy food for Sarah, disregarding his own well–being?
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Chapter 33.2: Lighter
After a while, the sound of water stopped, and the bathroom door creaked open. Footsteps approached slowly.
There was a rustling sound behind her, and Imogen felt the bed sink slightly as Troy settled in.
A rush of cold air entered the bed, and she tightened the blanket around her. “Are you feeling better now?” she asked softly.
Troy whispered, “Go to sleep.”
Imogen didn’t utter another word.
The room fell silent, with only the soft sounds of their breathing. Imogen couldn’t tell if Troy had fallen asleep. She lay still on the bed, her drowsiness dissipating, leaving her fully awake. After lying for too long, her body felt stiff, and she rolled over to find a more comfortable position. And after an
unknown amount of time, Troy cleared his throat and softly called, “Imogen?” But Imogen remained silent.
Troy took a deep breath, gently lifted the blanket, and got out of bed, heading towards the bathroom, and the sound of water started to patter again.
A while later, Troy came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, and adjusted his position on the bed.
“Did I disturb you?” he asked in a low voice as he sat by the bed.
“No,” Imogen shook her head.
“Having trouble sleeping?” he asked again.
“Yes.”
“Would you like me to tell you a German story?”
Delighted, she replied, “Yes, please, thank you.”
Troy was fluent in four languages: English, British, Japanese, and German. When she couldn’t sleep, he would tell her German stories, even though she didn’t understand the language. Nevertheless, his calming voice always brought her comfort, filling the room with his warm and gentle voice, capturing her full attention.
Imogen let go of the thoughts that troubled her mind and listened intently. It was impossible to tell how long it lasted, but eventually, the room was filled with the sound of even breathing. Troy’s voice gradually faded, and he whispered, “Imogen?”
With no response from Imogen, it was evident that she had already fallen asleep. Troy gently tucked in the edge of the blanket, closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
In a hazy moment, the phone rang. Imogen touched the phone and, half–asleep, accidentally pressed the answer button. “Who is ?”
The caller remained silent and hung up.
Imogen glanced at the screen, her eyes widening in realization.
She was holding Troy’s phone.
Wide awake, Imogen checked the recent call records and scribbled “Sarah” on a note. She had mistakenly answered a call from Sarah intended for Troy.
In haste, Imogen roused Troy and apologized, “I’m sorry, I answered your phone call. It was
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Sarah who called you. Could you call her back?”
Troy glanced at the call record on his phone screen, took the device, rolled over from the bed, dialed Sarah’s number, and went to the bathroom.
As he dialed, Sarah repeatedly hung up the call, obviously angered.
In a rush, Troy got dressed and opened the door. “I’ll head out and have the driver pick you up,” he said.
Imogen watched his hurried departure, a bitter smile forming at the corner of her lips. He truly cares for Sarah.
“Cough, cough, cough,” the old lady’s voice came from outside the door. She knocked, “Imogen, are you awake? I saw Troy leave just now. That child is always in a hurry for work, but you shouldn’t skip breakfast.”
“Grandma, I’m awake. I’ll come out now.”
Imogen tugged at her lips, struggling to get up and get dressed.
Meanwhile, Troy had been standing outside Sarah’s house for two hours.
Finally, Ylah opened the door and let Troy in. She whispered to him, “Sarah’s situation is very unstable now. Don’t upset her; try to comfort her.”
“Hmm,” Troy nodded as he walked to the bedroom door and knocked, “Sarah, are you there?
“I’m not here,” Sarah‘ s voice came from inside the room.
Troy gently pushed the door open and saw Sarah sitting on the bay window, visibly anxious.
“Sarah, try to take it easy, and don’t be too hard on yourself.”
Tears welled up in Sarah’s eyes as she mustered a sad smile. “Troy, all I ever wanted was to be with you forever. But now, even that simple wish feels out of reach. What does my life mean now?”
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