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.

into her eyes affectionately,

was looking at

her shoulders then pulled her

hugged him back tightly, breathing in

tight, burying his face in her shoulder as he was

know why he seemed so down all of

his waist as her body pressed against his solid

time passed, Jasper didn't seem to have any intention of letting go. He held her tighter, his cheek brushing against the soft skin of her

warm breath on her neck but was too embarrassed to

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

closed his eyes before continuing in a pleading tone, "I really love

tensed as her heart

to feel insecure about herself. It was Jasper who loved her first and

to marry into a wealthy family. It was Jasper

have to feel insecure. Her heart ached for

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