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?

expression darkened as she felt even

Jasper quickly tried to salvage the situation. He said, "I mean, what

down at the spread of food on the table, her appetite

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

loss, slowly clenching his fists

not hungry. You can eat

that, Imogen left the table and headed

leaned back in his chair, he felt lonely. Staring at the food,

mogen didn't

by the possibility that Jasper was

explanation, his guilty demeanor showed that he was lying

he

truth.

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got ready, dressing simply and preparing

she saw Jasper

gently said, "Good morning, Imogen.

replied indifferently, "No,