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.

mirror. Her face was red, and she

wrong with

and splashed her face with cold water, hoping to

with her husband, yet the effect was overwhelming. The

concluded that it was Jasper's handsomeness

had always been attracted to good looks, and if he weren't so handsome, she wouldn't have impulsively agreed to marry him on their

didn't leave her room again. She worked through the night, fixing one

morning, she vaguely heard someone whispering in her ear, "Imogen, breakfast is ready. Heat it up when

Half-asleep, she murmured, "Okay."

time did you stay up until

"Four..."

up late working

have to... finish it... It'll take at least two or three more days... so

hand caressing her hair. The was displeased but tender up late,

her head and