The Wrong Woman

Chapter 1003

Imogen felt her strength draining in Jasper's comforting embrace, her body softening like a puddle. Despite her nervousness, she closed her eyes, eagerly awaiting his next move. At that moment, her heart swelled with anticipation.

As moments drifted by, Jasper kept her in his arms, his body radiating warmth akin to a furnace. Finally, he whispered in her ear, "You can rest a little longer. There's no rush to get up so early." Upon hearing this, Imogen was left speechless.

In a heartbeat, the comforting warmth of his embrace dissipated.

Jasper stepped back, gently draping a blanket over her. Afterward, he changed into fresh clothes.

Imogen couldn't resist stealing a glance at him, her heart brimming with curiosity.

Jasper discarded his pajamas and slipped into a button-up shirt.

As Imogen caught a glimpse of Jasper's strong back muscles, a slight warmth spread across her cheeks.

Settling back onto the bed, she subconsciously gripped the blanket, her mind racing with questions.

What could be the problem?

It wasn't like they were living in conservative times-so what was holding Jasper back from making his move?

Could he possibly be running late?

clothes, Jasper went to the bathroom to

closed her eyes, attempting to drift back

suit jacket, getting ready to leave. Unable to resist, he stole a glance at

Imogen was wide

she didn't register the sound of him opening or

fresh, comforting scent, accompanied by the

eyes shut, her heart

just...

he had

forehead, Jasper

an instant, Imogen's eyes snapped open. Sitting up abruptly her hand instinctively clutched her chest, taking in

Imogen absentmindedly touched her

husband. Otherwise, why would she feel

bed and made her way to the bathroom to

immersed in handicrafts in the living

up her resumé and set out to look for a

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