The Wrong Woman

Being such an ordinary woman, Imogen wondered by what virtue and grace could she have made such an outstanding man as Jasper, to secretly love her for over a decade, and still hold her in such a fond memory.

Imogen took a deep breath, determination settling within her as she turned to Jasper. She declared earnestly, "Jasper, let's give this another try."

Jasper gazed at Imogen in astonishment, his eyes shimmering with excitement.

When their eyes met, he momentarily lost control and drew her into an embrace. Imogen stiffened, her body tense in his arms.

Jasper held her tightly, whispering eagerly in her ear with a trembling voice, "I-Imogen, thank you. I will do everything to make you happy."

Imogen gently wrapped her arms around Jasper's waist. Resting her head on his shoulder, she murmured, "I should be the one making the effort. I'll try my best to improve myself, to be someone more worthy of you."

Jasper smiled warmly. "Don't be silly. You don't need to change a thing, just be yourself."

They embraced in the car for what felt like an eternity.

After stepping out of the car, Jasper, for the first time, openly held Imogen's hand and walked into the house together.

his long-held dream had finally come true, yet he couldn't afford to relax even a bit. After all, Imogen had only agreed

both retired to

a knock at the door. She knew

I'm going to bed. Can we discuss this tomorrow?" Imogen called

opened the door directly. Imogen frowned and sat on the bed, staring

sleep together

murmuring, "Come lie down.

"I'm not

Imogen's flushed cheeks with understanding and affection. "Okay, I got it," he

obediently lay down

Imogen in his embrace, savoring the

passed, Jasper remained calm and merely held her close as they drifted

darkness, Jasper suddenly reached for his phone. He opened the

and clearly saw "Honey's period"

his phone and drew her nearer once