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.

quickly tried to salvage the situation. He said,

down at the spread of food on the

said as she suppressed her anger, "If you lied to me about

of loss, slowly clenching his fists as

not hungry. You can eat

Imogen left the table and

chair, he felt lonely. Staring at the food, he felt

night mogen didn't

sleep because she was troubled by the possibility

guilty demeanor showed that he was lying

mean he could

truth.

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couldn't help but shed tears. Despite their short time together, she had

woke her up. Groggy, she got ready, dressing simply and

she saw Jasper

gently said, "Good morning,