The Wrong Woman

Imogen awkwardly tried to come up with excuses.

However, Jasper still felt uneasy. He returned to his room to grab his pillow and blanket before heading straight to Imogen's room.

Seeing him come into her room to sleep, Imogen panicked. She asked, "You're going to sleep with me?"

Jasper put down his pillow before lying on her bed and covering himself with the blanket. His movements were fluid and calm, though his heart was racing.

Jasper said, "Until you submit your work, I'll be sleeping with you."

Imogen blinked, looking at him. She felt nervous for some reason.

Despite having a shared bed for a few days before, Jasper had shown no interest in her, so she had no expectations now.

Sometimes, she wondered if she had married a gay man.

After lying there for a while, Jasper opened his eyes to see Imogen sitting upright. He asked curiously, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

"Oh," Imogen blurted out as she snapped out of her thoughts. She quickly lay down and covered herself with the blanket. Then, she picked up the remote to turn off the light.

In the darkness, only the sound of their even breathing could be heard. Their hearts were beating irregularly.

murmured in his

Imogen replied softly, "Goodnight."

that, both of

with a familiar yet strange sense of

days, Jasper

didn't stay up late working, but there

her well, was responsible, took on

flaws. Other than

life was simple, happy, and warm. Yet,

gift for Jasper and

it was time to have sex.

planned to dress up and have an honest

If it was psychological, she needed to prepare for the

noon, the downtown plaza

shopping alone, but the high prices deterred her from buying anything, so she decided to

a transparent elevator. She looked out at the Scenery of the plaza through the glasses. Suddenly, a familiar figure caught