The Wrong Woman

Chapter 1011

In her panic, Imogen placed her hands on Jasper's chest to create some distance between them.

His lips were moving, slightly parted, as if he wanted to deepen the kiss.

She felt overwhelmed and unable to calm her racing heart. Suddenly, she pushed him away.

Jasper was pushed to lean back against the sofa. He was a bit disappointed as he gazed at her.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Imogen flushed as she panted slightly. She took deep breaths before shyly saying, "I kissed you sincerely." Jasper gave a bitter smile and nodded.

The kiss had been no more than a polite peck. His disappointment stemmed from her pushing him away.

Imogen asked, "So, you won't report me?"

Jasper replied, "Yes."

"Thank you," Imogen replied before hastily getting off the sofa. With her face flushed, she grabbed her laptop and awkwardly rushed to the second floor. She acted as if she wanted to flee the scene.

Jasper was panting while he was leaning back on the sofa, so he took deep breaths. He stared out the window, trying to calm his frustration and the burning in his chest.

In the bathroom, Imogen rushed to the mirror. Her face was red, and she looked very flustered.

What was wrong with her?

She turned on the tap and splashed her face with cold water, hoping to clear her thoughts.

It was just a kiss with her husband, yet the effect was overwhelming. The whole situation had made her feel surprisingly flustered.

Imogene concluded that it was Jasper's handsomeness that caused her reaction.

She had always been attracted to good looks, and if he weren't so handsome, she wouldn't have impulsively agreed to marry him on their first meeting.

That night she didn't leave her room

She worked through the r

fixing one of the numerical control

system's bugs by 4:00 am,

The next morning, she vaguely heard someone whispering in her ear, "Imogen, breakfast is ready. Heat it up when you wake up."

Half-asleep, she murmured, "Okay."

"What time did you stay up until last night?"

"Four..."

"Don't stay up late working anymore."

"No! I have to... finish it... It'll take at least two or three more days... so I have to stay up."

Imogen mumbled, feeling a gentle

hand caressing her hair. The voice

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was displeased but tender,

Imogen shook her head and replied, "No."

Then, she turned over.

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As his soft breath brushed her earlobe, he said gently with a

work yourself to death and el

soothing voice, "Do you want

alone?"

In her dreamy state, Imogen couldn't help but smile when she heard the voice.

Then, Jasper kissed her forehead. His kiss was like a gentle breeze, leaving a familiar and comforting scent.

"Tonight, I'll come to your room and make sure you sleep."

"Okay," she murmured as she was in a daze.

After that, the voice faded. She felt her blanket being pulled up to her shoulders to cover her.

She then slipped back into a deep sleep.

As she dreamt of the gentle and handsome Jasper, she couldn't help but smile with happiness.