The Wrong Woman

Imogen awkwardly tried to come up with excuses.

However, Jasper still felt uneasy. He returned to his room to grab his pillow and blanket before heading straight to Imogen's room.

Seeing him come into her room to sleep, Imogen panicked. She asked, "You're going to sleep with me?"

Jasper put down his pillow before lying on her bed and covering himself with the blanket. His movements were fluid and calm, though his heart was racing.

Jasper said, "Until you submit your work, I'll be sleeping with you."

Imogen blinked, looking at him. She felt nervous for some reason.

Despite having a shared bed for a few days before, Jasper had shown no interest in her, so she had no expectations now.

Sometimes, she wondered if she had married a gay man.

After lying there for a while, Jasper opened his eyes to see Imogen sitting upright. He asked curiously, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

"Oh," Imogen blurted out as she snapped out of her thoughts. She quickly lay down and covered herself with the blanket. Then, she picked up the remote to turn off the light.

In the darkness, only the sound of their even breathing could be heard. Their hearts were beating irregularly.

Jasper murmured in his deep and magnetic

Imogen replied softly, "Goodnight."

both of them

room was filled with a familiar yet strange sense

Jasper continued to

up late working, but there was no physical intimacy

He treated her well, was responsible,

no discernible flaws. Other than the fact

simple, happy, and warm. Yet, this one issue

submitted her project and received payment, she planned to buy a gift for Jasper and a dress for herself. She was unsure if

for a month, and she felt it was time to have sex. Otherwise, how

she planned to dress up

issue was physical, he could seek treatment. If it

the downtown plaza

her from buying anything, so she decided to shop online instead. After an

a transparent elevator. She looked out at the Scenery of the plaza through the glasses.

she looked closely, she realized it was

young woman. The woman was intimately holding his arm and they were laughing