The Wrong Woman

Chapter 1002

Imogen certainly couldn't say it in this manner.

"I've been considering looking for a job," she said.

"Don't worry about it. Take your time. If you have any thoughts, feel free to discuss them with me. I have many friends who might be able to help," Jasper offered.

Imogen's pride kicked in as she quickly refused, "You don't have to trouble yourself. I can handle it on my own."

"I'm your husband. How could it possibly be a bother?"

"That's not what I meant. I'm just confident that I'll find a job soon."

"I see."

"And what about you?"

"I've also been thinking about work."

"Don't dwell on it too much. Try to get some sleep," Imogen suggested, blinking as she looked at Jasper lying beside her in the dim light.

Even in the darkness, his silhouette exuded a striking allure.

"Okay, goodnight," Jasper said.

"Goodnight," Imogen whispered in return.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

With that, Jasper closed his eyes, his breathing gradually calming.

However, Imogen still found herself unable to fall asleep. As she shut her eyes, her thoughts continued to race.

They had been married for several days, sleeping in the same bed. Did Jasper truly have no desire for her?

Every day, they treated each other respectfully, making her feel like their marriage was almost unrealistically perfect.

It was common knowledge that most men could easily have sex with women they found attractive, even without having feelings for her.

But why didn't Jasper seem to have such desires toward her?

Could it be that he was physically incapable of becoming aroused?

With her mind swirling with these thoughts, Imogen slowly succumbed to sleep.

Before she knew it, morning had arrived.

Jasper remained deep in slumber when a sudden weight pressed down on his lower abdomen. The discomfort from his erection jolted him awake, instantly pulling him out of his dream.

"Ugh," he grunted, swiftly moving to relieve the pressure on his stomach.

When Jasper saw Imogen and felt her body beneath his hand, he froze in astonishment.

Feeling mortified, Imogen hurriedly

climbed off Jasper, her face flushed as she apologized, "I'm really sorry about that. It wasn't intentional-I was just reaching for my phone and ended up on top of you."

Upon hearing this, Jasper glanced over at the nightstand beside him Sure enough, Imogen's phone was resting there. Without much thought, he retrieved it and handed it back to her

Imogen's face reddened further, a faint smile dancing on her lips as she settled back with her phone, swiftly turning away from Jasper.

She couldn't help but worry if her clumsy actions had been too noticeable.

Her curiosity about Jasper's sexual prowess had driven her to orchestrate the incident.

Imogen briefly checked the time on her phone before setting it down. As she turned away from Jasper, she couldn't help but tense up, feeling her body stiffen in response.

Meanwhile, Jasper took a moment to compose himself, exhaling slowly as he gazed up at the ceiling.

In one smooth motion, he turned toward Imogen and slipped his arm around her from behind, pulling her gently into a tender embrace.

Imogen was caught off guard by Jasper's sudden gesture. She remained frozen, her heart pounding in her chest.

With her back against Jasper's chest, Imogen sensed the warmth of his breath softly caressing the skin at the nape of her neck.

At that moment, a tingling heat swept through her entire body, leaving her feeling drained and powerless.

She remained silent in his embrace, too shy to utter a word.

Suddenly, Jasper whispered behind her, "When did your phone end up on my bedside table?"

Imogen shut her eyes in embarrassment, remaining silent. Her body tensed with apprehension, frozen in place.

It appeared Jasper had caught her again.

With nervousness evident in her voice, she stammered, "Jay, I..... I didn't mean to do that just now. Did I hurt you?"

Jasper chuckled softly, closing his eyes as he nuzzled his face against her neck. "So, you did it on purpose," he murmured.