The Wrong Woman

Chapter 1031

Jasper couldn't help but smile as he carefully set his jacket down and walked over to lift Imogen into his arms.

Imogen let out a surprised gasp and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. Her heart raced, cheeks turning pink as a wave of warmth washed over her.

He carried her into the house and settled on the couch, seating her on his lap. Their proximity pressed them close. A lingering air of romantic uncertainty enveloped them. Imogen felt a blush spread across her cheeks.

Jasper's voice was husky and tender as he asked, "Have you had dinner?"

Although Imogen hadn't eaten yet, she nodded. "Yes, I have."

Jasper tucked a strand of her long hair behind her ear. He looked deeply into her flushed and lovely face, his Adam's apple bobbing. "You still haven't told me where you've been."

"I interviewed successfully and started a new job. I was so thrilled that I went to visit my parents," Imogen replied.

Jasper smiled warmly, his hands cradling her face gently. His voice carried a blend of excitement, tenderness, and affection akin to reassuring a child. "You're amazing, honey. I always knew you had this in you. You're simply the best."

Imogen couldn't help but chuckle at his behavior.

Jasper's smile softened further, a look of gentle indulgence crossing his features. He studied her face intently, noticing every detail, every tiny pore. His gaze was so captivating that it caused her cheeks to flush with warmth, unexpectedly making her feel shy.

Imogen glanced downward, unable to meet his gaze directly. Feeling bashful under his gaze, her whole body tingled with warmth.

Suddenly, Jasper gently lifted her chin with his finger, guiding her gaze upward. The atmosphere in the living room became increasingly tense, thick with uncertainty.

Imogen pursed her lips, blinking as she watched Jasper's handsome face nearing hers. His actions were deliberate and unhurried. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, and she instinctively shut her eyes.

As Jasper kissed her, she initially tensed. Drawing from their shared history of kisses, she quickly relaxed into the moment and reciprocated his affection. Her lips and tongue danced with his, freely expressing her desires.

Lost in the intoxicating whirl of their kisses, Imogen felt weightless as Jasper swept her up in his arms. He carried her up to the master bedroom. She surrendered herself completely to the intensity of his kiss. As she gradually returned to the present moment, she found herself lying on the bed.

Jasper tenderly pinned her down, his hand caressing her cheek, down her neck, and settling on her chest. His bold gestures revealed his desire. He couldn't wait until the weekend to be with her any longer.

Imogen felt a rush of nerves, her body quivering slightly. Her desires surged, making it difficult to restrain herself.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

As she was on the brink of giving in, Jasper murmured in her ear, "Imogen, I'm going to take a shower. Will you wait for me?"

Squeezing her eyes shut, Imogen nodded amidst a whirlwind of emotions. Reluctantly, Jasper got up from her and hurried into the bathroom. As the lingering warmth of Jasper faded, her rationality slowly returned.

Blushing with embarrassment, Imogen opened her eyes and gazed at the ceiling, taking deep breaths to regain her composure. Her thoughts were in turmoil, racing in every direction. She pondered the strange events that had unfolded since marrying Jasper, none of which seemed to make any logical sense.

Abruptly, Imogen sat up, adjusted her clothes, and briskly left Jasper's room.