The Wrong Woman

Chapter 1013

Imogen awkwardly tried to come up with excuses.

However, Jasper still felt uneasy. He returned to his room to grab his pillow and blanket before heading straight to Imogen's room.

Seeing him come into her room to sleep, Imogen panicked. She asked, "You're going to sleep with me?"

Jasper put down his pillow before lying on her bed and covering himself with the blanket. His movements were fluid and calm, though his heart was racing.

Jasper said, "Until you submit your work, I'll be sleeping with you."

Imogen blinked, looking at him. She felt nervous for some reason.

Despite having a shared bed for a few days before, Jasper had shown no interest in her, so she had no expectations now.

Sometimes, she wondered if she had married a gay man.

After lying there for a while, Jasper opened his eyes to see Imogen sitting upright. He asked curiously, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

"Oh," Imogen blurted out as she snapped out of her thoughts. She quickly lay down and covered herself with the blanket. Then, she picked up the remote to turn off the light.

In the darkness, only the sound of their even breathing could be heard. Their hearts were beating irregularly.

"Goodnight, Imogen," Jasper murmured in his deep and maic voice.

Imogen replied softly, "Goodnight."

After that, both of them stayed quiet.

The room was filled with a familiar yet strange sense of intimacy.

For the next few days, Jasper continued to sleep in her room.

Imogen didn't stay up late working, but there was no physical intimacy between them.

To her, Jasper was perfect in many ways. He treated her well, was responsible, took on most of the household chores, and was generous.

He had no discernible flaws. Other than the fact that he was sexually inactive.

Their life was simple, happy, and warm. Yet, this one issue lingered.

After Imogen submitted her project and received payment, she planned to buy a gift for Jasper and a dress for herself. She was unsure if his lack of interest was psychological or physical. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

They had been married for a month, and she felt it was time to have sex. Otherwise, how could she bear their children?

That evening, she planned to dress up and have an honest conversation with him.

If the issue was physical, he could seek treatment. If it was psychological, she needed to prepare for the future.

Around noon, the downtown plaza was bustling.

Imogen went shopping alone, but the high prices deterred her from buying anything, so she decided to shop online instead. After an hour, all she had was a cup of Earl Gray tea.

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Drinking her tea, she walked into a transparent elevator. She looked out at the Scenery of the plaza through the glasses. Suddenly, a familiar figure caught her eye.

As she looked closely, she realized it was Jasper.

Jasper was accompanied by a beautiful young woman. The woman was intimately holding his arm and

they were laughing as they

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approached a luxury car.

They had a driver who opened the door for them.

As the elevator reached the ground, Imogen rushed out. By the time she reached the plaza, Jasper and the car were gone.

She stood there under the sunlight, lost and heartbroken. She was just there watching people passing by.

Sadness filled up within her, and her tears welled up in her eyes.

As she felt extremely sad, she couldn't help but laugh at herself. She suddenly realized the truth.

How could she have found such a perfect husband?

It had all been an illusion.

It also well explained why Jasper hadn't touched her since their marriage.