The Wrong Woman

Imogen quickly shook her head and said, "No, I met Yulia."

Jasper asked, "What did she say to you?"

Imogen sighed in relief. She smiled as she said, "Nothing much, just some ambiguous words that could easily be misunderstood."

Jasper gently rubbed her fair and soft hand. He said slowly, "So, you were bothered by it but didn't tell me?"

Imogen fell silent, feeling conflicted.

Jasper was disappointed. He said, "We've only been married for a short time, but we are a real couple now.

"When you agreed to this blind date and quick marriage, wasn't it to find a good man and live a stable life? Where has your confidence in marriage gone?"

Imogen gave a bitter smile. She responded, "I wanted to find someone of similar status, but I ended up marrying into a wealthy family."

"Isn't it good that your life has improved?"

"Of course," Imogen said with a genuine smile.

looked into her eyes affectionately, though he was

didn't understand why he was looking at

an arm around her shoulders then

tightly, breathing in his pleasant

held her tight, burying his face in her shoulder as he was

know why he seemed

her hands on his waist as

passed, Jasper didn't seem to have any intention of letting go. He held her tighter, his cheek

neck but was too embarrassed to

and magnetic voice. He murmured, "Imogen,

his eyes before continuing in a pleading tone, "I really love you. Can't you make a

as her heart

about herself. It was Jasper who loved her first and had tricked

to marry into a wealthy family. It was Jasper who had made

have to feel insecure. Her heart ached for

her cheek brushed against Jasper's. She wanted to pull back to look at him,