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.

eyes affectionately, though he was

he was looking at her

arm around her shoulders then pulled her into

him back tightly, breathing in his pleasant

burying his face in her shoulder as he was seeking comfort from

know why he seemed so

on his waist as her body pressed

intention of letting go. He held her tighter, his cheek brushing against the soft skin

felt a ticklish sensation from his warm breath on her neck but was too embarrassed to mention it,

and magnetic voice. He murmured, "Imogen, do you have a place for me in your heart?" Imogen froze in

pleading tone, "I really love you. Can't you make a little room for me in

tensed as her heart

no reason to feel insecure about herself. It was Jasper who loved her first

to marry into a wealthy family.

to feel insecure. Her heart ached

head her cheek brushed against Jasper's. She wanted to pull back to look at him, but she accidentally kissed him