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?

darkened as she felt even more

the situation. He

spread of

tone, she said as she suppressed her anger, "If you lied to me about this, I

clenching his fists as he sadly gazed at

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left the table and headed to

lonely. Staring at the

mogen didn't leave

because she was troubled by the possibility

his guilty demeanor showed that he was lying to her,

mean he could

truth.

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she got ready, dressing simply and preparing to look

she left her room, she saw Jasper placing breakfast

morning, Imogen.

replied indifferently, "No,