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

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

looked down at the spread of food on the table,

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

slowly clenching his fists as he sadly

not hungry. You can eat by

Imogen left the table and headed to

lonely. Staring at the food, he felt his heart starting to

mogen didn't

by the possibility that

that he was lying to

he

truth.

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her up. Groggy, she got ready, dressing

her room, she saw Jasper placing breakfast on

"Good morning, Imogen. Come

replied indifferently,