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."

ago they were arguing, but the next moment, her heart ached for him when she saw

opened his eyes to find himself

had blacked out after drinking a bit too much the night

his phone, checked the time, and

covered his face, took a deep breath,

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

got out of bed

two hours before he woke up,

who answered

"Jasper got drunk last night and is still asleep, so he can't answer your

a tantrum and asked, "Who do you think

went too far. She continued to mock her with sarcastic

tolerate it

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

infuriated Yulia, who then insisted on meeting Imogen in person because she said the matter couldn't be settled over the