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?

Her expression darkened as she felt even more furious.

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

down at the spread of food

you lied to me about this, I won't

clenching his fists as he sadly gazed at

You

the table and headed to

back in his chair, he felt lonely. Staring at the food, he felt

night mogen didn't

because she was troubled by the possibility that Jasper was hiding something about his sexual

guilty demeanor showed that he was lying to her, She didn't expose

mean he

truth.

BUMS

but shed tears. Despite their short time together, she had developed

next morning, her alarm woke her up. Groggy, she got ready, dressing simply and preparing to look

left her room, she saw Jasper placing

"Good morning, Imogen. Come