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Chapter 176

Chapter 177 She Dreamt of Him

Charlie didn’t know that Troy was nearby, so she specifically ordered a few bottles of white wine.

“To be honest, even though Imogen was with us the past few days, she has been in a gloomy mood, not interested in anything. But now she’s finally letting loose. Come on, let’s have a good drink today, celebrating Imogen’s successful divorce and her regaining her singlehood!”

“Cheers! We will drink until we drop!”

Imogen poured herself a glass of wine with a smile. “Then I’ll accompany you to the end!”

The three of them chatted, downing one glass of wine after another.

Charlie got a little tipsy and began speaking without a filter, “Imogen… hic… I’ve known for a long time that Troy is no good. How could you endure him for so long? If it were me, I would’ve kicked him out a long time ago and used the money I got after breaking up with him to give myself a treat. Isn’t that great? Come on, let me show you something precious. Shh… don’t tell anyone. I haven’t… shown these to anyone else…” NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

In a drunken haze, Charlie opened the encrypted photo album on her phone. “Look, they’re all photos of male influencers that I’ve collected with great effort. Look at this guy. He has such huge pectorals. His chest is even bigger than mine… And this one, look at his curves. Fuck, he’s really well– endowed… And this one, this is the sexiest butt I’ve ever seen… There are so many

of them, so I’m sure there’s one who you’ll like. As for that dimwit, he can just go stand in the corner!”

Charlie went through each photo, becoming bolder with her words.

Imogen’s face turned slightly red, while Alex seemed quite interested.

Imogen was drawn over out of curiosity, but for some reason, every time she looked at a photo, she involuntarily compared it to Troy.

For example, Troy’s chest muscles were firm and sturdy, while his length was… She would just say that he wasn’t lacking in that department. As for Troy’s backside….

Imogen’s face

grew even redder, and she shook her head to dispel those inappropriate thoughts.

After looking at so many men’s photos, she still felt that Troy was the most perfect.

Some men in the photos were too bulky with a hulking physique, while some were too skinny with no aesthetic appeal to their muscles, whereas Troy’s body was just right.

There were also those with similar bodies to Troy’s, but their appearance couldn’t match his. Although she promised herself to forget him, tipsy as she was, she couldn’t control herself.

That person’s face kept appearing in her mind again and again. She tried to drive the thoughts away, but it was futile.

Thus, she figured that getting completely drunk would be the solution.

Only when she was thoroughly intoxicated could she stop thinking about him.

She considered that her final tribute to her ten–year–long unrequited love for Troy.

However, they didn’t know that Troy, who was hanging around, started sulking upon hearing them.

Charlie suddenly felt a chilly atmosphere around her, murmuring, “Aren’t we supposed to have heating? Why do I feel a bit cold?”

As she spoke, she returned to the main topic. “How about we go to a random bar tonight to find someone to get laid? The guys here are quite impressive. I bet you’ll forget that dimwit completely,

Imogen…”

Troy’s face got solemn when he heard that.

Luckily, he heard Imogen say, “Hmm… that might not be a good idea…”

She wasn’t really up to the idea and was also concerned about the risk of sexually transmitted diseases.

Troy seemed to be feeling better after that.

Charlie didn’t bring it up again, and the three of them continued to drink and chat, focusing on the pictures on Charlie’s phone.

Imogen got dizzy from drinking and had an inkling that she shouldn’t drink more. Otherwise, she might just pass out..

She figured that being cautious was better, especially when in a foreign country.

She reminded Charlie and Alex to take a cab back together.

In the car, Imogen felt drowsy and almost fell asleep.

Back in the room, Imogen eagerly collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The room fell silent, and there was nothing but silence in the dark space.

Suddenly, a creaking sound broke the tranquility as the door opened and then closed again.

Troy arrived at Imogen’s bedside, quietly sitting down.

In the moonlight, he greedily admired Imogen’s sleeping face.

At that moment, he finally had the chance to gaze upon her openly, without any restraints.

He really missed her.

Troy gently reached out and touched her cheek, then leaned down to kiss her forehead. He unabashedly breathed in her fragrance, although all he could smell was alcohol.

“What a drunkard!” He thought, pinching Imogen’s nose.

Luckily, she didn’t agree to go to the bar. Otherwise, he didn’t dare to think about what he might have done!

With the heater on in the room, Imogen was still wearing a thick coat. Starting to feel hot and sweaty, she hummed to indicate her discomfort, subconsciously pulling at her clothes.

Troy unzipped her jacket and took it off her, then helped her out of her sweater and thick leggings.

The thermal underwear she wore was the last layer of clothing that remained.

Her face was rosy, but he wasn’t sure if it was due to the alcohol or the heat. Her lips slightly

parted, revealing her white teeth as she unconsciously let out a soft moan.

The snug thermal underwear outlined her enticing curves, making her even more enchanting and irresistible.

Initially, Troy had no ulterior motives. He just wanted her to feel more comfortable.

However, his breathing grew heavy, and his mouth was dry, his eyes glued to her as his mind went

blank.

Her occasional moans only added fuel to the fire, the sounds making him swell with desire.

Imogen rolled over unconsciously, exposing her alluring curves fully.

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Troy held his breath, finally unable to restrain himself any longer. He flipped Imogen over and leaned down, capturing her alluring rosy lips with a kiss, effortlessly delving inside.

The sweet taste of wine met his tongue, a sensation he had missed for a long time. Troy couldn’t help but lose himself in it, indulging in the delightful flavor of her.

“Mmm…”

Imogen’s face grew even redder, and she began to struggle for breath. Due to discomfort, she opened her eyes and nudged the person on top of her. “Troy?”

Troy’s body tensed, and he quickly opened his eyes, meeting Imogen’s gaze from close range.

He didn’t expect Imogen to wake up and was about to explain.

But before he could say anything, he saw Imogen close her eyes again and mutter, “Why am I dreaming of you? I really don’t want to dream of you…”

At her words, Troy’s face turned livid.

“She doesn’t want to dream of me? Then who does she want to dream of? Liam? Or Erik? Or perhaps the man who fathered her child?” He thought.

Troy ground his teeth in anger and frustration. Seeing that Imogen was about to say something else, he lowered his head and covered her plump lips with his own. He kissed her hungrily, biting and sucking her lips, his tongue stirring her mouth as he sucked the air out of her.

“Mmm…”

His scorching breath brushed against Imogen’s face, making her feel even hotter. She unconsciously pulled at her own clothes.

Her collar was pulled lower, exposing her plump and alluring cleavage.

By that point, Troy was maddened by lust. As memories of their copulation during the past three years flashed through his mind, his member that had been lying dormant rose its head.

He kissed Imogen’s cheek, then playfully sucked and nibbled on her sensitive, fair earlobe.

Imogen let out a soft moan and trembled all over.

Troy’s scorching lips moved to her neck, sliding downward, trailing gently over her collarbone and chest. Then, he lifted her clothes….

Imogen let out a hum out of discomfort, muttering unconsciously, “Serene, don’t bite…”

Troy’s body tensed as he raised his head and asked in a deep voice, “Who’s Serene?”

Serene was definitely a girl’s name.

Troy was certain that Imogen didn’t have a friend named Serene.

Thinking back to the scene just now, Troy suspected that Serene was the child that Imogen had given birth to.

Imogen was still asleep. Pouting, she didn’t respond to his question.

Troy was unwilling to give up. He leaned over to Imogen’s ear and asked softly, “Imogen, who is Serene?”

“Who is Serene…” Imogen whispered softly.

“Yes, who is Serene?”

“Serene is…”

Imogen paused halfway through her sentence before suddenly clutching her forehead and curling up in pain. On her face was an agonized expression as she moaned in discomfort. “My head hurts so much!- It’s so painful!”

Seeing that, Troy reached over to help Imogen massage her temples and whispered, “Don’t think about it if you can’t remember. Just sleep tight.”

After a while, Imogen finally calmed down and fell into a deep sleep.

Troy watched Imogen’s peaceful sleeping face with an unfathomable look in his

eyes.

He helped tidy up Imogen’s clothes, covered her with a blanket, and only left after sitting by the bed for a long time.

At six o’clock the next morning, the sky outside was still dark. Imogen woke up in a daze, her head throbbing painfully.

She closed her eyes again and rested for a while before propping herself up.

She tried to recall what had happened the previous night but realized she had blacked out from drinking and couldn’t remember anything.

She only vaguely remembered dreaming about Troy.

Looking down, she saw that she was only wearing her thermal underwear, after which she assumed that Alex and Charlie must have helped her remove the outer layers.

After freshening up, Imogen played with her phone for a while and then called Charlie at around seven o’clock.

No one answered.

She dialed Alex’s number.

Still no answer.

They were probably still asleep.

She drank so much last night without eating much, so her stomach growled in hunger. She decided to go to the hotel restaurant for breakfast.

As she stepped out of her room, Imogen caught a glimpse of someone at the end of the hallway. The silhouette looked like Troy.

She held her breath, but when she looked again, the figure had already disappeared.

Imogen couldn’t help rubbing her eyes.

“Was I hallucinating? Maybe I wasn’t fully awake yet,” she thought.

After breakfast, Charlie and Alex also woke up one after another.

According to their original plan, they were supposed to drive after the northern lights the previous night, but they all got too drunk and passed out.

Nonetheless, they were sticking to their original plan and would be driving to Sommaroy.

Both Sommaroy and Ringvassoya were known for the northern lights.

Charlie had rented a car online. After checking out of the hotel and picking up the car, they set off for Sommaroy.

Sommaroy, known for its polar nights, was located on the westernmost side of Store Sommarøya, north of the Arctic Circle. Starting in November, the island would enter a two–month period of polar night.

From May onward, it would experience a two–month period of polar day.