NovelEnglishChapter 320.2 Safe, (2)
“Why don’t you pick him up? Maybe there’s something important.” Yohan said, “Jeff has arrived in New
York City this afternoon. Maybe something has come out in the interrogation.”
Thinking of the truth she learned in the morning, Imogen pursed her lips, hung up, and turned off the
phone. “It’s okay, no need to answer it.”
Yohan’s eyes flashed, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
After dinner, it was almost seven o’clock.
“Let’s go. Where do you live? I’ll take you back.” Yohan said.
Imogen told him the address of the apartment.
Yohan took Imogen to the gate of the apartment. Imogen opened the door and exited the car, waving to
Yohan. “Thank you, Hann. I won’t invite you up. Bye.”
“See you then.”
After Imogen entered the apartment, Yohan drove away.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtImogen turned on her mobile phone while walking into the apartment lobby.
A bunch of call records came in again, which were all from Troy.
Someone was waiting in front of the elevator. Imogen saw that the up button was on. She lowered her
head and looked at the number on the screen. She hesitated and called Troy.
A few seconds later, the familiar cell phone ringtone rang from the side.
It took Imogen two seconds to realize the situation. Then she raised her head and was startled when
she met Troy’s deep gaze.
“Troy?! You… why didn’t you say anything?”
She was looking at her phone so seriously just now that she thought the person waiting for the elevator
next to her was another homeowner.
Troy held an unfinished cigarette in his hand and stared at her. His eyes fell on her cheek. Under the
light, a scar different from the skin color next to it was faintly visible.
He remembered that she put on makeup at the police station in the morning.
And her hair, which was initially in a bun, was now loose.
The clothes she was wearing were also changed.
Troy’s eyes flashed with pain and then became gloomy and terrifying, full of hostility as if a trapped
animal was struggling.
His brows were extremely low. His downturned fists were clenched so hard that his joints creaked, and
he looked at Imogen without saying a word.
A few seconds later, Troy walked between the two elevator doors, pressed the cigarette butt on the top
of the trash can, and crushed it hard. The sparks disappeared, and the cigarette broke into pieces.
Following his line of sight, Imogen saw densely packed cigarette butts on it, and a layer of soot was
spread under the floor where he had stood.
Imogen shivered out of fear as if it was her had been crashed by Troy rather than the cigarette
butt.
She unconsciously took a step back and swallowed. “Troy, what’s wrong with you?”
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He was so weird today. Was it just because she didn’t answer his call?
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTroy turned around and stared directly at Imogen, approaching step by step, trying his best to restrain
his impulse, and asked in a hoarse voice, “Where did you go when you left the police station today?”
The thick smell of smoke and an aggressive male aura loomed over. Imogen subconsciously held her
breath and said, “Just drove around.”
“Anything else?”
“I went to the bar and had a drink.”
“And?”
Imogen frowned. “I don’t need to report my whereabouts to you.”
As soon as she finished speaking, the elevator reached the first floor. Imogen was about to walk inside.
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