The Wrong Woman

Chapter 1003

Imogen felt her strength draining in Jasper's comforting embrace, her body softening like a puddle. Despite her nervousness, she closed her eyes, eagerly awaiting his next move. At that moment, her heart swelled with anticipation.

As moments drifted by, Jasper kept her in his arms, his body radiating warmth akin to a furnace. Finally, he whispered in her ear, "You can rest a little longer. There's no rush to get up so early." Upon hearing this, Imogen was left speechless.

In a heartbeat, the comforting warmth of his embrace dissipated.

Jasper stepped back, gently draping a blanket over her. Afterward, he changed into fresh clothes.

Imogen couldn't resist stealing a glance at him, her heart brimming with curiosity.

Jasper discarded his pajamas and slipped into a button-up shirt.

As Imogen caught a glimpse of Jasper's strong back muscles, a slight warmth spread across her cheeks.

Settling back onto the bed, she subconsciously gripped the blanket, her mind racing with questions.

What could be the problem?

It wasn't like they were living in conservative times-so what was holding Jasper back from making his move?

Could he possibly be running late?

clothes, Jasper went to the

closed her eyes, attempting to drift back to sleep.

room. He then returned to the bedroom to retrieve his phone and suit jacket, getting ready to leave. Unable to resist, he stole a glance at Imogen, who seemed to be asleep. As he observed her,

to him, Imogen was wide

Jasper's footsteps, she didn't register the sound

confusion, Imogen suddenly found herself enveloped by Jasper's fresh, comforting scent, accompanied by the gentle touch of his lips brushing against

eyes shut, her heart racing with a sudden rush

just... kissed

he had stolen a

pressing his lips to her forehead, Jasper silently withdrew, gently closing the door behind

an instant,

hand instinctively clutched her chest, taking in

echoing like a startled deer

door, Imogen absentmindedly touched her

recently wedded husband. Otherwise, why would she feel so nervous, her heart pounding rapidly? As she pondered this, Imogen felt

of bed and made her way to the bathroom to freshen up, hoping to clear

Carol at work, and Gregory immersed in handicrafts in the living room, Imogen was determined not

her resumé and

stairs, Imogen unexpectedly bumped into Ethan just

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