The Wrong Woman

Chapter 1041


Once they got in the car, the driver immediately started the engine and drove off.

In frustration, Imogen leaned against the window, putting some distance between herself and Jasper. "Jasper, why do you have to put me on the spot?"

Jasper closed his eyes and reclined against the seat, feigning sleep. "Putting you on the spot?"

"Isn't it obvious? I don't want to be in the same space as you. I—"

"Imogen," Jasper interrupted, "You can hate me, be angry with me, or even hit me. But you cannot divorce me."

Imogen, still fuming, retorted, "This marriage is a sham. It was never valid!"

"A sham?" Jasper chuckled bitterly, slowly opening his eyes and turning to look at her, his gaze deep and mesmerizing. "Do you think anyone would believe that?" he uttered.

Imogen was rendered speechless by his question. She had heard of people marrying for money or appearances, but she had never heard of a wealthy man deceiving someone as poor as herself into marriage.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"I-I..." she stammered, unable to complete her sentence.

A heavy silence fell over, filling Imogen with a deep gloom and unease.

She didn't truly want a divorce either. But Jasper was far from her league, and their worlds were miles apart. Imogen was painfully aware of this disparity. With Jasper unwilling to divorce, she was at a loss for what to do.

When they arrived home, Imogen retreated to the room while Jasper, as he often did, went to the kitchen to prepare dinner for her.

He had transformed from a man who had never touched a kitchen utensil into someone who loved cooking and embraced it wholeheartedly.

After washing up and changing into

her comfy home clothes, Imogen emerged from the room and heard sounds echoing from the kitchen She froze for a moment before rushing in and quickly snatching the spatula from Jasper's hand. Mr. Morrison, you don't need to cook for me anymore. I can't accept it!" 

In the process of her grabbing, Jasper accidentally touched the edge of the hot iron pan, feeling a sharp pain from the burn. He quickly withdrew his hand, his brow furrowing as he sucked in a breath. He then raised his hand again to check on the burn.

Seeing the burn, Imogen's anxiety spiked. She immediately dropped the spatula and grabbed his large hand, her heart aching as she inspected the reddened mark. "You're burned."Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

She pulled him over to the sink, holding his hand under the running water, gently rubbing the injured skin.

Jasper remained silent. His eyes were full of intense affection as he gazed at her beautiful features, unable to look away even for a second. "Does it still hurt?" Imogen asked softly, lifting her head.

When her eyes met his fiery gaze, Imogen's face flushed immediately, her heart pounding wildly. She quickly looked down, avoiding his eyes.

As soon as she released his hand, Jasper immediately clasped hers again, holding it under the water. She tried to pull away, but he held on tightly. She wanted to escape, but he wouldn't let her. 

Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she lowered her head. "Jasper, let go of me."

With his free hand, Jasper reached over to turn off the stove. Then, in a swift motion, he pulled Imogen close, cupping her face with both hands, and leaned down, kissing her passionately.

Imogen was caught off guard by his advance, her fists clenching as she pounded on Jasper's firm chest.

Her efforts had little effect on him, feeling more like a gentle massage than anything else. The more she struggled, the deeper he kissed her.