The Wrong Woman

In her panic, Imogen placed her hands on Jasper's chest to create some distance between them.

His lips were moving, slightly parted, as if he wanted to deepen the kiss.

She felt overwhelmed and unable to calm her racing heart. Suddenly, she pushed him away.

Jasper was pushed to lean back against the sofa. He was a bit disappointed as he gazed at her.

Imogen flushed as she panted slightly. She took deep breaths before shyly saying, "I kissed you sincerely." Jasper gave a bitter smile and nodded.

The kiss had been no more than a polite peck. His disappointment stemmed from her pushing him away.

Imogen asked, "So, you won't report me?"

Jasper replied, "Yes."

"Thank you," Imogen replied before hastily getting off the sofa. With her face flushed, she grabbed her laptop and awkwardly rushed to the second floor. She acted as if she wanted to flee the scene. Jasper was panting while he was leaning back on the sofa, so he took deep breaths. He stared out the window, trying to calm his frustration and the burning in his chest.

In the bathroom, Imogen rushed to the mirror. Her face was red, and she looked very flustered.

What was wrong with her?

She turned on the tap and splashed her face with cold water, hoping to clear her thoughts.

husband, yet the effect was overwhelming. The whole

Jasper's handsomeness

attracted to good looks, and if he weren't so handsome, she wouldn't have impulsively agreed to marry him

she didn't leave her room again. She worked through the

bugs by

someone whispering in her ear, "Imogen, breakfast is ready. Heat it up when you wake

Half-asleep, she murmured, "Okay."

did you stay

"Four..."

up late

take at least two or three more days... so I

feeling a

her hair.

was displeased but tenderore

gup late, okay?"

head

Then, she turned over.

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said gently with

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