The Wrong Woman

Imogen used all her strength to drag the drunken Jasper into the room.

Panting, she fetched a damp towel from the bathroom to wipe his face. She murmured softly, "Why did you drink so much?" Jasper mumbled incoherently while he was in his drunken haze. As he closed his eyes to rest, he called out her name.

At first, Imogen couldn't make out his words.

After she was done wiping him down, she wanted to go to bed, but she heard Jasper's faint voice. He murmured, "Imogen, I love you... I really, really love you. Please don't divorce me. Please... don't leave me."

Imogen leaned against his chest, feeling a deep ache in her heart.

She caressed his cheek tenderly as she gazed at his handsome face in the dim light. Her heart fluttered. Even if she wanted to deny it, her racing heart gave her away. Imogen slowly leaned in and stole a kiss from him.

"I won't ask for a divorce, Jasper," Imogen said softly. "Give me some time to get used to it."

"Imogen... Imogen..."

Imogen said, "Jasper, I think I'm in love with you too."

they were arguing, but the next moment, her heart ached for him

opened his eyes to find himself lying in the large bed in his

a bit too much the night before. He sat up,

see Imogen. He took his phone, checked the

a

did he sleep until noon? Where was Imogen? Was she still

got out of bed

hours before he woke up, Yulia

was Imogen who answered her

night and is still asleep, so he can't

tantrum and asked, "Who do you

had wanted to ignore her, but Yulia went too far. She continued to mock her with

to tolerate

show some respect. Knowing someone is already in a relationship and still trying to

insisted on meeting Imogen in person