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.

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

of food

as she suppressed her anger, "If you lied to me about this, I won't forgive you. We

sense of loss, slowly clenching his fists

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table and headed to her

he felt lonely. Staring at the food,

mogen

was troubled by the possibility that Jasper was hiding something about his

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it, she couldn't help but shed tears. Despite their short

up. Groggy, she got

she left her room, she saw Jasper placing

said, "Good morning,