The Wrong Woman

Imogen quickly shook her head and said, "No, I met Yulia."

Jasper asked, "What did she say to you?"

Imogen sighed in relief. She smiled as she said, "Nothing much, just some ambiguous words that could easily be misunderstood."

Jasper gently rubbed her fair and soft hand. He said slowly, "So, you were bothered by it but didn't tell me?"

Imogen fell silent, feeling conflicted.

Jasper was disappointed. He said, "We've only been married for a short time, but we are a real couple now.

"When you agreed to this blind date and quick marriage, wasn't it to find a good man and live a stable life? Where has your confidence in marriage gone?"

Imogen gave a bitter smile. She responded, "I wanted to find someone of similar status, but I ended up marrying into a wealthy family."

"Isn't it good that your life has improved?"

"Of course," Imogen said with a genuine smile.

Jasper looked into her eyes affectionately, though he was resigned.

Imogen didn't understand why he was looking at her like that.

put an arm around her shoulders then pulled her

tightly,

tight, burying his face in her shoulder as

know why he seemed so down

her hands on his waist as her body pressed against his solid

of letting go. He held her

but was too embarrassed to mention it, fearing

heard Jasper's hoarse and magnetic voice. He murmured, "Imogen,

in a pleading tone, "I really love you. Can't

body tensed as her

moment, she

no

about herself. It

loved her first

into marrying

for her

who had made her marry into the family. Sᴇaʀᴄh

feel insecure. Her heart ached

cheek brushed against Jasper's. She wanted to pull back to look at him, but she

him, so he grew excited. He cupped her face and