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Chapter 320,1

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Chapter 320.1 Safe, (1)

He was sitting on the sofa with a laptop in front of him as if he was working.

Imogen sat up in surprise and looked around.

This room did have apparent signs of life. It didn’t look like a newly opened room.

She asked curiously, “Then why am I here?”

Yohan twitched the corner of his mouth. “What do you think?”

Imogen thought about it seriously. “Did you bring me back from the bar?”

So, it was not Troy who helped her out, but Yohan. But she was a little drunk then and recognized. the wrong person.

Yohan raised his eyebrows but did not deny it.

“Hann, thank you for helping me out.” Imogen smiled sheepishly and asked tentatively, “I drank too much. Did I say anything offensive?”

For example, just call him Troy or something.

Although it was nothing to mistake someone, it was not very polite to a person who had not been recognized, let alone someone like Yohan.

Yohan smiled. “No.”

Imogen breathed a sigh of relief. “Then it’s fine.”

“But you vomited all over me,” Yohan said immediately.

“Ah?!”

Imogen was stunned.

“Your clothes are also stained with vomit. I have thrown them away.”

Imogen forced a smile, lifted the quilt, and climbed out of the bed. “I’m sorry… Well, I’ll pay you the amount of your clothes.”

“There’s no need for this. I’m not short of clothes either.”

A piece of clothing was indeed nothing to Yohan. Imogen thought for a second and said, “How about I treat you to a meal tonight?”

Yohan helped catch Jeff and helped her out at the bar. It was natural to treat him to dinner.

Yohan raised his eyes and looked over. “Okay.”

He pointed to the paper bag on the sofa and said, “By the way, I asked someone to buy you a new down jacket. Let’s see if it fits you and do you like it.”

“Hann, I believe your taste.”

“The secretary bought it.” NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

The flattery wasn’t on the right person.

Imogen was a little embarrassed.

She took out the down jacket from the paper bag and unfolded it. It was white and short.

She unzipped it, put it on, looked at it in front of the floor mirror, and said, “Your secretary has good taste.”

Yohan didn’t know what to say.

Imogen removed the down jacket, went to the bathroom, washed her face, and dried it with towels.

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The makeup was off her face. She looked close to the mirror and saw that the scars on her face were no longer so noticeable.

She straightened her hair with her hands and briefly covered the side of her face.

After coming out of the bathroom, Imogen looked around the room. She saw her mobile phone lying on the bedside table. She walked over to pick it up and pressed the power button.

Um?

The phone was out of battery?

Imogen long pressed the power button to turn it on. The battery was still more than half.

Yohan seemed to know what she was thinking and said, “Someone has been calling you. I was afraid of disturbing you, so I turned off your phone. I hope you didn’t miss any important news.”

“It’s fine.”

Call records came pouring in all at once.

Imogen looked through the dozens of call records, all from Troy.

He must have been unable to contact her and became anxious.

She didn’t know whether she should call him back.

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While Imogen was struggling, Yohan closed the laptop, stood up, and said, “Let’s go have dinner.”

It was now after four in the afternoon, and it would be after five by the time they got to the restaurant. The time was almost perfect.

“Okay,” Imogen put on her down jacket and put her phone back in her pocket.

The restaurant was chosen by Imogen.

Yohan said that he only stayed in New York City for a short time and asked Imogen to recommend. it, so she chose a private restaurant.

After Yohan tasted it, he was full of praise for the restaurant.

Halfway through the meal, Imogen’s cell phone rang on the table.

She picked it up and took a look. It was Troy calling.

Imogen hesitated for a moment and clicked to hang up.

She still didn’t know what to say to Troy.

After thinking for a while, Imogen opened the information interface again and replied with a few words to Troy: [I’m safe, don’t disturb.]

After sending the message, Imogen put the phone on the table and smiled at Yohan.

Yohan’s

eyes flashed with a complex expression, and he said, “Why didn’t you answer the phone?”

“It’s not an important call,” Imogen said casually.

As soon as she finished speaking, her phone rang again.

Imogen picked it up and saw that it was still Troy.