The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie novel 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 felt a rush of nerves, her body quivering slightly. Her desires surged, making it difficult to restrain herself.

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.