Imogen found herself completely lost in Jasper's deep, commanding kiss, unable to pull away. She didn't know when she had started to give in, but his kiss made her lose control and her body responded in ways she couldn't comprehend. His dominant presence left her weak. She melted in his arms. Under the intensity of his kiss, she felt light-headed, her mind going blank. Jasper's lips and tongue were tantalizing, while his strong chest felt warm against her. His body radiated heat. Imogen's legs grew weak, and before she knew it, he had guided her out of the kitchen. Their bedroom was upstairs, but fearing she might regain her senses and push him away, Jasper pressed her onto the living room couch instead. Disoriented by his kisses, Imogen's breathing became erratic, and her body grew uncomfortably warm. Jasper's hands roamed freely, heightening the heated, intimate atmosphere. He reached for the remote on the coffee table, dimming the lights to create a romantic, shadowy a
Imogen read Jasper's message and angrily slammed her phone onto the bed. "Jasper, you bastard! Do you think having money, power, and influence makes you so great? All you do is bully me!" She didn't bother to reply to his messages. After a night's rest, Imogen woke up the next morning feeling much better. She got ready quickly and left for work early. By the time Jasper woke up, she was already gone. Imogen had taken the day off to return to the space agency and continue her work. She met several distinguished professors who admired her talent but regretted that her lack of formal education prevented her from joining the agency. During lunch, Imogen went to the cafeteria with a few professors. Being young and attractive, she was well-liked. Mila, in particular, took a special interest in her. "Imogen, how old are you?" she asked. "I'm 27," Imogen replied. Mila looked surprised. "Wow, you look so young. You're the same age as my son." "How many children do you have, P
After work, Jasper returned home to find a note on the fridge, alongside gifts on the cabinet and the black card he had given to Imogen earlier. Feeling irritated, he loosened his tie, shed his coat, and threw it onto the bed. Sitting on the edge, he leaned forward with his hands cradling his forehead. He closed his eyes, his breaths deepening with each passing moment. Today, she returned the gifts and the bank card. Tomorrow, it could very well be divorce papers. The more Jasper dwelled on it, the heavier his heart grew. After a moment of contemplation, he left his room and approached Imogen's door. His knocks met with silence. Knowing she was inside, he spoke softly, "Imogen, can we talk?" Still, there was no response. He called out again, "Imogen..." A soft voice from within replied, "I'm going to sleep." Checking the time, Jasper realized it was still early. He lingered at the door for a while before reluctantly returning to his room. He showered and changed int
Imogen woke in Jasper's arms the next morning. As she opened her eyes, she was greeted by his handsome face. His features were sharp and captivating, and the dark stubble on his jaw added to his rugged charm. Imogen swallowed nervously and raised her hand to gently touch his chin. With her heart fluttering and breath quickening, she bit her lip unconsciously. The warmth of his face and the roughness of the stubble felt so real. When she first saw Jasper, she impulsively agreed to a flash marriage mainly because she was captivated by his looks. As they spent more time together, she thought she had struck gold with a wonderful husband. Little did she know Jasper was indeed a treasure far beyond reach for a woman like her. Suddenly, Jasper's dreamy eyes opened and met hers. Startled, Imogen quickly pulled her hand back, avoiding his gaze and moving away. Jasper reached out and pulled her back, whispering, "Were you touching me?" Imogen lowered her eyes, unable to meet hi
At the dining table, Imogen ate silently, her mind tangled with conflicting emotions.She knew she didn’t deserve Jasper. Yet, like anyone, she was drawn to beautiful things and captivated by remarkable people. She, too, desired wealth and power. Her feelings for Jasper were genuine. But he was too dazzling, making her feel unworthy, timid, and afraid to entertain any thoughts about him. It reminded her of middle school—feeling infatuated but overwhelmed by fear, uncertainty, and insecurity. Rejection and avoidance were the only strategies she knew.After breakfast, Jasper offered to drive her to work, but she declined. Helpless, Jasper let her be, allowing her to do whatever made her comfortable. After a long day at work, Imogen returned home in the evening. She was surprised to find several maids in the house. They greeted her respectfully when they saw her. "Good evening, Madam." Imogen felt uneasy and overwhelmed by the formal atmosphere. She cautiously responded before q
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,
Imogen could feel the changes in Jasper's body. His breath tickled the back of her neck, sending waves of heat through her, leaving her breathless. His large hands effortlessly found sensitive spots on her body, teasing her both intentionally and unintentionally. Imogen surrendered herself in his embrace. When it came to intimacy, he was adept without needing any guidance. Imogen's body tensed and subtly tightened. Jasper wrapped his arms around her slender waist and slowly pulled her closer. Imogen closed her eyes. Unsure of what to do, she allowed him to take the lead. "Imogen, is this okay for you?" he murmured huskily, his voice deep and seductive. With her eyes shut, Imogen nodded, her hands nervously gripping the blanket. With her consent, Jasper grew notably excited. He desired to explore more intimate positions with her, hoping to captivate her and earn her affection, even if it was solely for his prowess in this aspect. Their intimacy unfolded over an hour, rende
"Professor Winkler, there's another issue with the program and I wish to discuss it with you." "What's the issue?" "It's about the endurance—" Her words were cut short by Mila. "Imogen, why don't we meet in person to discuss it?" "Meet in person?" Imogen asked, surprised. "Well, it's the weekend. Are you busy today?" "No, not at all." "Great. I'll send a driver to pick you up. Just give me your address." Imogen felt ill at ease and quickly declined. "No need for the trouble. I'll take a taxi. Please send me your address, Professor Winkler." "Alright," Mila replied warmly. After hanging up, Mila sent Imogen the address. Imogen took a taxi and arrived half an hour later at a gated community of standalone villas. The driver remarked, "These villas are for important national figures. I can't go inside. You'll have to get off here." Imogen got out and looked at the tall, sturdy walls and the strict security at the gate. Inside the residential area lived national of