The Wrong Woman

Jasper's response cut deep into Imogen's pride. She offered a strained smile and pushed herself to say, "I was just kidding. You don't have to get so uptight." After clearing his throat, Jasper explained, "Imogen, it's not that I'm unwilling. It's just-"

"It's okay. You don't have to explain," Imogen said, feeling overwhelmed. Maintaining a facade of composure, she added, "I get it. Let's just go with the flow!" With that, she lowered her head and began eating quickly.

Seeing her tense expression, Jasper felt uneasy and unsure how to proceed. He began, "Imogen-"

Imogen cut him off quickly. "Let's eat. We don't have to discuss this."

Jasper sighed resignedly and quietly focused on his meal. The atmosphere at the table grew noticeably heavy. After dinner, Imogen left the dishes for Jasper to take care of and retreated to her room in a sulk. Sitting on the couch in the living room, Jasper was lost in thought and unable to quiet his mind. As time ticked away, the night deepened. Eventually, the light in Imogen's room went out.

Jasper stood up abruptly and went back to his room. Half an hour passed as he washed up, changed into pajamas, and emerged from his room.

He lingered outside Imogen's door, hand hovering to knock, but hesitated and withdrew it. After a moment's uncertainty, he turned to leave, only to find himself coming back. He remained torn in that manner. Suddenly, the door swung open, and Imogen emerged, holding an empty cup. She froze upon seeing Jasper, who had been on the verge of knocking.

Jasper quickly withdrew his hand, awkwardly asking, "You're not asleep?"

"I was asleep. I just got thirsty-"

Jasper interrupted her before she finished her sentence, taking the cup from her hand. "Let me handle that."

"It's " Before Imogen could even say "fine," he quickly took her cup to the counter, filled it with water, and returned it.NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

Imogen gratefully accepted it. "Thank you."

Instead of handing her the cup, Jasper stepped past her and entered her room. "Let me bring it in for you."

Imogen was puzzled. She turned to observe him carrying the cup of water into her room and placing it on her bedside table. Standing by the door, she waited for him to leave. His behavior intrigued her, seeming inexplicable and out of character.

When she found Jasper still in her room instead of leaving, she felt puzzled and asked, "Is there something else you need?"

Jasper looked uneasy. He swallowed anxiously, his gaze piercing as he met hers. His lips  parted, but words seemed to evade him.

Imogen couldn't discern his thoughts. "What's the matter?"

Jasper approached her cautiously. Instinctively, Imogen held the door open for him. As he drew near, he closed the door behind her and pinned her against it.

His sudden closeness took Imogen aback. She could feel the wall behind her as she looked up at him, flustered.

With one hand on the door and the other cradling Imogen's face, Jasper looked deeply into her eyes. He swallowed hard, sounding husky and irresistibly appealing as he asked, "Imogen, make me a promise, okay?"

Imogen's heart raced, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. She tensed up, asking, "What do you want me to promise?"

"Promise me that, no matter what happens, we'll never talk about divorce," Jasper said earnestly.

Imogen frowned. "If you ever betray me, I'll definitely consider divorce."

Jasper quickly reassured her. "I would never betray you."

Imogen nodded in response. "As long as you respect my boundaries, divorce won't be on the table." "What are your boundaries?" Jasper asked.