The Wrong Woman

Chapter 985



Jasper countered, "And what about you? How many boyfriends have you had before?"

Imogen's reaction faltered slightly, a complexity flickering in her gaze. Swiftly, she lowered her head, her tone heavy as she replied, "None."

Jasper couldn't miss the despondency in Imogen's response. Sensing something amiss, he pressed on, "While you may not have dated, I'm sure you've had feelings for someone before, haven't you?"

Imogen offered a wry smile, arching an eyebrow at him. "Well, we've all had our companions, haven't we? No one betrayed anyone, so let's not dwell on the past, okay?"

Jasper sensed he had touched upon a sensitive subject; it was apparent that Imogen cherished someone deeply. However, constrained by circumstances, she settled for whoever came her way.

Reflecting on this, Jasper felt a twinge of unease. "Well, who was the one who initially brought up this topic?" he questioned.

"Sorry," Imogen apologized.

slide. "Were you infatuated with someone,

up on your own." Carrying her clothes, Imogen stepped out of the room. With a sigh escaping her lips, she closed the door, burdened by a heaviness in her heart. Suddenly, memories of

Ethan were inseparable, akin to two peas in a pod. Their bond transcended the boundaries of friendship, hinting at a love waiting

if neither had found

was well aware of the underlying attraction between Imogen and Ethan, along with their pact to marry

a physical relationship with Ethan, resulting in an unplanned pregnancy

quiet of the night, Imogen and Jasper laid on the modest bed, their bodies tense. Jasper felt acutely aware of each breath,

beside him, his unease lingering despite the separation of

captivated him. Her beauty was enchanting, exuding a luminous and delicate charm that held Jasper's

gripped Jasper's throat as he swallowed hard, discomfort prickling his spine. With a gentle shift, he turned to fully face Imogen, silently cherishing her presence. As he

Imogen. After all, she was someone he had harbored feelings for over a decade ago. Throughout the night, his mind wrestled with thoughts, leaving him

slept soundly, her serene state contrasting

fully reconciled with her marriage and was still clinging