The Wrong Woman

Chapter 1003

Imogen felt her strength draining in Jasper's comforting embrace, her body softening like a puddle. Despite her nervousness, she closed her eyes, eagerly awaiting his next move.

At that moment, her heart swelled with anticipation.

As moments drifted by, Jasper kept her in his arms, his body radiating warmth akin to a furnace. Finally, he whispered in her ear, "You can rest a little longer. There's no rush to get up so early."

Upon hearing this, Imogen was left speechless.

In a heartbeat, the comforting warmth of his embrace dissipated.

Jasper stepped back, gently draping a blanket over her. Afterward, he changed into fresh clothes.

Imogen couldn't resist stealing a glance at him, her heart brimming with curiosity.

Jasper discarded his pajamas and slipped into a button-up shirt.

As Imogen caught a glimpse of Jasper's strong back muscles, a slight warmth spread across her cheeks.

Settling back onto the bed, she subconsciously gripped the blanket, her mind racing with questions.

What could be the problem?

It wasn't like they were living in conservative times-so what was holding Jasper back from making his move?

Could he possibly be running late?

After changing into fresh clothes, Jasper went to the bathroom to freshen up.

Meanwhile, Imogen closed her eyes, attempting to drift back to sleep. However, rest evaded her.

About 30 minutes later, Jasper finished his breakfast in the living room. He then returned to the bedroom to retrieve his phone and suit jacket, getting ready to leave.

Unable to resist, he stole a glance at Imogen, who seemed to be asleep. As he observed her, his steps paused briefly, hesitating for a few seconds. Unbeknownst to him, Imogen was wide awake.

Despite hearing Jasper's footsteps, she didn't register the sound of him opening or closing the door.

In her confusion, Imogen suddenly found herself enveloped by Jasper's fresh, comforting scent, accompanied by the gentle touch of his lips brushing against her forehead.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

The unexpected intimacy left Imogen momentarily dumbfounded. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart racing with a sudden rush of excitement. Had Jasper just... kissed her?

No, he had stolen a kiss.

After pressing his lips to her forehead, Jasper silently withdrew, gently closing the door behind him.

In an instant, Imogen's eyes

snapped open. Sitting up abruptly her hand instinctively clutched her chest, taking in deep breaths. Her heart raced, echoing like a startled deer in the quiet room.

Glancing toward the door, Imogen absentmindedly touched her forehead.

It appeared that she might be developing feelings for her recently wedded husband. Otherwise, why would she feel so nervous, her heart pounding rapidly?

As she pondered this, Imogen felt completely flustered.

She got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom to freshen up, hoping to clear her mind.

With Jasper out, Carol at work, and Gregory immersed in handicrafts in the living room, Imogen was determined not to stay idle at home.

After breakfast, she picked up her resumé and set out to look for a job.

Descending the stairs, Imogen unexpectedly bumped into Ethan just outside the front door.

"Good morning, Imogen," Ethan greeted warmly, approaching with a bag of takeout in hand. "I brought you breakfast. Are you heading out to job hunt?"

Imogen paused, briefly eyeing the breakfast Ethan offered. "I've already eaten, but thanks."

Ethan's expression softened at her words. "No worries. Take it with you. You can eat it later if you get hungry."

Imogen felt uneasy about Ethan's gesture, especially now that they were both married. Despite their past connection, she was determined to maintain clear boundaries.

"I really don't want it. Maybe you should take it back for Scarlett," Imogen insisted firmly.

"Are you still upset?" Ethan's expression grew serious.

Imogen looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"

With a troubled look, Ethan moved closer, reaching out to take Imogen's hand. Startled, she quickly pulled her hand back. "What are you doing?" she demanded.

Ethan's frustration boiled over as he said, "Imogen, you know how I really feel. I've loved you since we were young. We understand each other so well. You know I was pressured into I

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"Pressured?" Imogen retorted, her voice laced with disbelief. "If you didn't want to marry her, why did you sleep with her? And now that she's pregnant, how can you clain it was against your will?"