The Wrong Woman

Chapter 1022

"Cheating on me or lying," Imogen said.

Jasper's throat went dry when she mentioned "lying." He felt flustered and unsure how to respond.

Seeing he looked disheartened, Imogen suggested, "Don't push yourself. Listen to your heart. Don't rush into marriage to meet societal expectations or feel pressured to settle down with someone you don't truly love just to fulfill family obligations."

Jasper looked puzzled. "That sounds a bit strange no matter how I think about it. What exactly do you mean?"

Imogen thought he was playing ignorant and had no choice but to ask directly, "You're gay, aren't you? Are you a top or a bottom? Women aren't your thing, huh?"

Jasper's eyes widened in shock. He pressed against the door with both hands, trapping her in between, and said firmly, "There's no way I'm gay. I'm straight, completely straight."

He sounded truly exasperated. Imogen wasn't the only one who had suggested he might be gay. Mila and Candice had brought it up as well. While he couldn't prove it to them, he could prove it to Imogen.

Jasper was so frustrated that he breathed heavily through his mouth before he emphasized. "Imogen, I'm straight. I'm into women."

Imogen offered an awkward smile and eyed him skeptically. She replied casually, "Oh."

"You don't believe me?" he asked.

How could Imogen believe him? She reluctantly followed his lead, asking, "Since you're straight, does that mean you're experiencing sexual dysfunction?"

"None at all," Jasper replied, exasperated but unable to vent his feelings. He hadn't expected Imogen to misunderstand him so profoundly, especially on this matter.

A rush of emotions overwhelmed Imogen. She muttered weakly, "So, you're not gay, and there's nothing physically wrong. But you've never touched me since we got married. Could it be that you're simply not attracted to me? That you don't feel anything for me?" 

"Quit overthinking it, okay?" Feeling emotionally drained, Jasper hurried to clarify, "I love you, deeply. It was love from the moment I first saw you."

"Then, why?" Imogen blinked, looking at him with innocent eyes, her cheeks flushing pink. His confession both thrilled and unsettled her.

"Because you don't feel the same way about me," Jasper blurted out.

Imogen forced a bitter smile. "If you're having problems in bed, just say so. Why falsely accuse me?"

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Imogen was startled, crying out as her feet left the ground. Gripping his shoulders tightly, she looked down at him from her elevated position, asking, "What are you doing? Put me down."

"Let me show you right now if I can satisfy you," Jasper said in a husky, deeply resonant voice filled with intense desire as he carried her toward the bed.

Imogen's feet dangled in the air, fear driving her to wrap her arms tightly around his neck.

Jasper knelt on one knee by the bed, placing Imogen down before leaning over her and pressing her into the mattress. He kissed her passionately, his tongue exploring her mouth. Imogen was startled and flustered. Unsure of how to respond, she instinctively pushed against his chest. 

His kiss was intense. His hands boldly slid under her pajamas, exploring upward without hesitation. Imogen's eyes widened, her expression tensing almost to a freeze. Her body trembled slightly under his touch, her breath uneven as warmth spread across her skin. 

She continued to push against his chest forcefully. Slowly, she melted into his kiss, unable to muster the strength to resist. Jasper's body pressed firmly against her abdomen, his strong, rugged presence stirring a fear she had never known before.