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Chapter 331.2
Chapter 331.2
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Chapter 331.2 The Acting Looks Like Reality (2)
Imogen remained silent.
“I just want to tell you that I did not shirk responsibility for Leo. What I said that day was all told by Leo himself. I swear to God!”
“You already said it!”
“I’m downstairs at your house. Imogen, I’ll be standing here all the time.”
The thunder was ringing again.
Imogen widened her eyes and quickly walked to the window, looking down carefully.
There was darkness, and nothing could be seen.
She could only see raindrops as big as beans hitting the window, blurring her view.
She was a little angry. “Troy, what do you want to do?”
“I don’t know how to prove my innocence. I can only use this method…”
“You!”
Imogen was furious. “Are you threatening me?”
“I didn’t mean that…”
“You can stand if you want!”
Imogen hung up the phone directly.
She threw her phone on the table and went to the kitchen to cook.
Suddenly, the sound of the door opening came from the entrance.
Imogen leaned out of the kitchen and saw Charlie coming in with her suitcase. “Imogen, I’m back!”
“Welcome home. Have you had dinner?”
When Charlie saw Imogen in the kitchen, she immediately raised her hand. “I haven’t eaten yet! I‘ haven’t eaten yet! Make me a portion!” This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.
“Okay.”
The water boiled, and Imogen boiled two portions of spaghetti with shrimps.
The boiling hot water accidentally splashed onto her fingers.
“Hiss.”
Imogen quickly waved her hand, brought it to her mouth, and blew on it.
Charlie walked in and turned around two times, looking at Imogen worriedly. “What’s the matter? Do you burn your hand?”
“Careless.”
Charlie said meaningfully, “You wouldn’t have made such a stupid mistake before”
Imogen glanced at her. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Charlie left again. “I’m going to pack my luggage. Call me when you’re ready.”
“Okay.”
The spaghetti was taken out of the pan. Imogen added some shrimps and eggs on it, and then brought it to the dining table. She called Charlie out of the room. “Charlie, it’s time to eat!”
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“I am coming!” Charlie’came out of the room and sat down opposite Imogen. Feeling the aroma of spaghetti, she complained, “I miss you so much, Imogen! I have been eating boxed lunches these days. Look at my stomach, and it has shrunk.”
“It’s okay. It will grow back in a few days.”
“Hiss… It smells so good…”
Charlie took a bite of spaghetti with a burning feeling, and then a satisfied expression appeared on her face.
After swallowing the mouthful, she looked at Imogen and said, “Imogen, why did you change the sofa that day?”
Imogen was stunned and said as if nothing had happened, “I accidentally spilled the drink.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“I thought you were doing something with Troy these days while I was away.”
Imogen’s ears turned red. She had indeed done something all day yesterday.
She said, “It’s nothing.”
“Okay, that’s fine. When I came here just now, I saw Troy standing downstairs in the rain as if he were crazy.” Charlie took a bite of spaghetti and looked up. “He may be trying to pretend to be pitiful. Don’t be soft–hearted.”
Imogen tightened her fork unconsciously. “Is it raining heavily outside?”
“What do you think? It’s a whoosh, and it hurts on the face.” Charlie raised her eyebrows. “You won’t be soft–hearted, will you?”
“No,” Imogen said.
After dinner, she went back to her room to study the script.
It was stormy and thunderous outside.
Imogen looked at the words on the script and knew every word. When she put them together, she could not understand.
Her mind was no longer on this.
Imogen looked at the window.
Was Troy still standing down there?
Did he think that this would make her soft–hearted?
Ten minutes later, Imogen took the umbrella and quietly went downstairs.
Afraid of being discovered by Charlie, she closed the door lightly.
She was not soft–hearted, and she just felt that Troy standing below was an eyesore so she asked him to leave.
She came out of the lobby of the apartment, and the rain splashed on the umbrella surface.
A strong wind blew, bringing with it a hint of coolness and moisture.
Imogen looked around and saw a tall figure beside the street lamp.
He was completely immersed in the rain, as if he couldn’t feel the chill, standing motionless like a pillar.
The light hit him, casting a long shadow, making him even more lonely.
Imogen bit her lips and walked over.
Troy’s face was dripping with water, and a glimmer of hope flashed in his As expected, she still loved him.
eyes.
Imogen calmly handed over the umbrella. “You go. Don’t stand here.”
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