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.

Imogen," Jasper murmured in

Imogen replied softly, "Goodnight."

both of them

was filled with a familiar yet strange sense

few days, Jasper continued to sleep

but

in many ways. He treated her well, was responsible, took on most of the household chores,

no discernible flaws. Other than the

simple, happy, and

Jasper and a dress for herself.

she felt it was time to

dress up and have an honest conversation with

was physical, he could seek treatment. If it was

the downtown plaza

anything, so she decided to shop online instead. After an hour, all she

her tea, she walked into a transparent elevator. She looked out at the

looked closely, she realized

was intimately holding his arm and they were laughing