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.

Imogen," Jasper murmured in his deep and magnetic

Imogen replied softly, "Goodnight."

that, both of them

with a familiar yet strange

days, Jasper continued to sleep in her

up late working, but

many ways. He treated her well, was responsible, took on most

discernible flaws. Other than the fact that he

simple, happy, and warm. Yet, this one issue

a gift for Jasper and a dress for herself. She was unsure

she felt it was

to dress up and have an honest

If it was psychological, she needed to prepare for the

downtown plaza

anything, so she decided to shop online instead. After an hour,

the Scenery of the plaza through the glasses. Suddenly, a familiar figure caught