The Wrong Woman

In her panic, Imogen placed her hands on Jasper's chest to create some distance between them.

His lips were moving, slightly parted, as if he wanted to deepen the kiss.

She felt overwhelmed and unable to calm her racing heart. Suddenly, she pushed him away.

Jasper was pushed to lean back against the sofa. He was a bit disappointed as he gazed at her.

Imogen flushed as she panted slightly. She took deep breaths before shyly saying, "I kissed you sincerely." Jasper gave a bitter smile and nodded.

The kiss had been no more than a polite peck. His disappointment stemmed from her pushing him away.

Imogen asked, "So, you won't report me?"

Jasper replied, "Yes."

"Thank you," Imogen replied before hastily getting off the sofa. With her face flushed, she grabbed her laptop and awkwardly rushed to the second floor. She acted as if she wanted to flee the scene. Jasper was panting while he was leaning back on the sofa, so he took deep breaths. He stared out the window, trying to calm his frustration and the burning in his chest.

Imogen rushed to the mirror. Her face was red, and

wrong with

turned on the tap and splashed her face with cold water, hoping to clear

just a kiss with her husband, yet the effect was overwhelming. The whole situation had made

it was Jasper's

weren't so handsome, she wouldn't have impulsively agreed to marry him

She worked through the night, fixing one of the numerical control

next morning, she vaguely heard someone whispering in her ear, "Imogen, breakfast is ready.

Half-asleep, she murmured, "Okay."

stay up until

"Four..."

stay up late

two or three

hand caressing her hair. The was displeased but tender up

her head and