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.

shoulders then pulled her into his embrace and hugged her

back tightly, breathing in

in her shoulder as he was seeking comfort

he seemed

waist as her body pressed

intention of letting go. He held her tighter, his cheek brushing against the soft skin

on her neck but was too embarrassed to mention it, fearing

she faintly heard Jasper's hoarse and magnetic voice. He murmured, "Imogen, do you have a place for me

eyes before continuing in a pleading tone, "I really love you. Can't you make a little

body tensed as

that moment, she

no reason

about herself. It

who loved her first

into marrying him

her at first

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feel insecure. Her heart ached for

to pull back to look at him, but she accidentally

kiss him, so he grew excited.