The Wrong Woman

Imogen's question left Jasper stunned.

He hadn't expected her to be so straightforward, even though her face was flushed red. Her gaze remained steady, and she quietly looked into his eyes as she urgently sought an answer.

Jasper felt his mouth go dry, so he picked up the glass on the table and took a sip of water to moisten his throat. He couldn't help but look away to avoid her gaze.

Imogen continued to ask, "Do you have feelings for someone else, or is there something you can't tell me?"

Feeling nervous, Jasper blurted out, "No, there's no other woman."

Imogen let out a sigh of relief, feeling slightly reassured. She slowly said, "So, there's something you can't tell me?"

Jasper pondered for a moment, torn about whether he should be honest now. From Imogen's casual mention of divorce, it seemed he wasn't that important to her.

"Imogen, if I lied to you, what would you do?" Jasper asked cautiously.

Imogen's calmed heart immediately sank. She stared at him in shock.

So, he had lied to her?

Was he really gay, and she had unknowingly become his beard?

she felt even more

the

looked down at the spread of food on the

lied to me about this, I won't forgive you. We can't continue as a

slowly clenching his fists as he sadly gazed at her

You

left the table

his chair, he felt lonely. Staring at the

mogen didn't leave

troubled by the possibility that Jasper was hiding something

he was lying to her, She didn't expose

mean he could hide

truth.

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her alarm woke her up. Groggy, she got ready, dressing simply

she left her room, she saw Jasper placing breakfast

gently said, "Good morning, Imogen. Come

replied indifferently,