The Wrong Woman

Being such an ordinary woman, Imogen wondered by what virtue and grace could she have made such an outstanding man as Jasper, to secretly love her for over a decade, and still hold her in such a fond memory.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Imogen took a deep breath, determination settling within her as she turned to Jasper. She declared earnestly, "Jasper, let's give this another try."

Jasper gazed at Imogen in astonishment, his eyes shimmering with excitement.

When their eyes met, he momentarily lost control and drew her into an embrace. Imogen stiffened, her body tense in his arms.

Jasper held her tightly, whispering eagerly in her ear with a trembling voice, "I-Imogen, thank you. I will do everything to make you happy."

Imogen gently wrapped her arms around Jasper's waist. Resting her head on his shoulder, she murmured, "I should be the one making the effort. I'll try my best to improve myself, to be someone more worthy of you."

Jasper smiled warmly. "Don't be silly. You don't need to change a thing, just be yourself."

They embraced in the car for what felt like an eternity.

After stepping out of the car, Jasper, for the first time, openly held Imogen's hand and walked into the house together.

This simple act had been his dream for over a decade. Leading the woman he loved into their home made him feel like his long-held dream had finally come true, yet he couldn't afford to relax even a bit. After all, Imogen had only agreed to give their relationship another chance, temporarily setting aside thoughts of divorce without firmly committing to a future together.

They both retired to their respective rooms.

Imogen completed her evening routine and prepared for bed. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. She knew it was Jasper and instantly grew nervous. It was her time of the month, making intimacy impossible.

"Jasper, I'm going to bed. Can we discuss this tomorrow?" Imogen called out.

Jasper opened the door directly. Imogen frowned and sat on the bed, staring at him with an annoyed expression.

Jasper approached and hastily slid into bed, drawing the covers over himself before turning to Imogen. "Let's sleep together from now on. Sleeping separately isn't good for our relationship," he proposed. Imogen paused briefly, then nodded in agreement.

With her affirmation, Jasper embraced Imogen's waist tenderly, murmuring, "Come lie down. I want to hold you while we sleep."

Feeling a bit uneasy, Imogen whispered, "I'm not convenient tonight. Please... not that..."

Jasper gazed at Imogen's flushed cheeks with understanding and affection. "Okay, I got it," he reassured her gently. 

With that, Imogen obediently lay down beside him.

Jasper pulled the blanket over her. He enveloped Imogen in his embrace, savoring the lingering scent of her bath. Imogen felt a bit tense initially.

As time passed, Jasper remained calm and merely held her close as they drifted into sleep.

In the darkness, Jasper suddenly reached for his phone. He opened the notes app and quietly typed a few words.

Imogen glanced over and clearly saw "Honey's period" written.

Jasper set down his phone and drew her nearer once more.

In the dimly lit room, he held her close, her form soft against his Softly, he asked, "Do you usually feel sable at this time?"

Imogen shook her head. "No, I've never had menstrual cramps."

Genuinely pleased by her answer, he inquired again, "And how's your mood?"

"Hormones don't usually affect me much. At least, I've never been irritable during my period."

Nuzzling into her neck, Jasper murmured, "You're truly an angel."

"Have you been watching too many movies? Thinking all women painful periods and become irritable?" Imogen teased.

Jasper responded, "I get it now, everyone's different."

Imogen hummed in response.

"Imogen, shall we visit your parents tomorrow and discuss our matters?"