The Wrong Woman

Chapter 1047

No matter how influential Zoey's parents were, they couldn't compare to Jasper's. It seemed only he could have resolved the issue. "Thank you, Jasper," Imogen said.

Jasper gave a bittersweet smile and replied gently, "Don't mention it. It feels too formal for that."

"Jasper, I want to-" Imogen started, but before she could finish, Jasper's expression darkened, and he interrupted her, "No, I won't agree." Imogen smiled helplessly. She hadn't even finished her sentence. Was he so afraid she'd mention divorce?

"I wasn't done speaking," she said.

"Anything but divorce, Imogen. I can give you anything else," Jasper responded.

"I want to return to Norvania Aerospace Academy for an exchange program."

Without hesitation, Jasper blurted, "You can attend the program, but you're not allowed to stay overnight at school."

Imogen quickly nodded, her spirits lifted, and her smile grew brighter.

Seeing her smiling sweetly at him, Jasper felt his heart flutter. He leaned in slowly, wanting to kiss her.

Imogen gently turned her head, avoiding his kiss. His lips landed on her cheek instead. Undeterred, Jasper tried again, aiming for her lips, but she evaded him for the second time.

Unable to contain it any longer, Jasper cupped Imogen's face and kissed her deeply. Even though she had been kissed by him many times, she still felt shy.

Jasper held her close, kissing her passionately for a long time which almost tempted him to take her to bed.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Their intimacy moment persisted in the quiet of the room.

After dinner, Imogen returned to the room while Jasper went to his study. She got ready for bed, lying down with her phone to watch some videos. Suddenly, a piece of news popped up, dampening her mood.

The news broke that paparazzi had caught the CEO of Star Enterprise entering a hotel with a wealthy heiress. They spent two hours inside before leaving.

Even though only Jasper's back

appeared in the photo, Imogen recognized him instantly. The heiress was a popular social media influencer with millions of followers.

The more Imogen watched, the heavier her heart sank. She quickly researched the heiress's background and discovered her true status.

She was born into a powerful family. Her father was a real estate magnate, and her mother was a dancer. Their wealth and prestige were undeniable. Imogen felt increasingly distraught, a restlessness surging through her chest.

Just then, the door creaked open. Startled, she hastily set down her phone and looked up nervously.

"Still awake?" Jasper asked gently.

Imogen pulled the covers over her head, and in a bad mood, she murmured, "About to sleep."

Jasper smiled fondly and headed to the bathroom with his pajamas.

After 15 minutes, he returned to ne

bed in his pajamas and pulled back the covers before climbing in.

Imogen tensed and shifted to the edge of the mattress.

Noticing she was awake, Jasper leaned in close, his voice low. "Were you waiting for me?"

Imogen understood his implication, her cheeks burning crimson. Jasper had suggested sharing their nights every alternate day to strengthen their bond.

She hesitated to acknowledge it, but her current difficulty sleeping stemmed in part from this new arrangement.

Imogen remained silent. With closed

eyes, Jasper brushed his lips against

her earlobe. His chest pressed

warmly against her back, his hand gently wrapping around her waist, drawing her closer.

Imogen's body felt weak, involuntarily trembling. His hand slipped beneath her nightgown, tenderly caressing and touching her body.

Her breath quickened, her teeth biting into her lower lip to suppress her reactions. She clutched the blanket tightly as tension gripped her body.