Todos os capítulos de The Wrong Woman: Capítulo 1041 - Capítulo 1050

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

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

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

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

Mila glanced at the time and suggested, "Why not make it today? My son has the day off. I'll ask him to come over." Feeling awkward, Imogen quickly shook her head. "That's not necessary, Professor Winkler. You don't need to have him come over just for me." Being extremely fond of Imogen, Mila ignored her protests and made the call. Jasper's voice came through the line, "Mom, what's up?" "Are you off today? Do you have time to come over? I'd like to introduce you to a new friend." Jasper responded coolly, "I don't have time today. I'm at a gathering." "Are you still working on a weekend?" "Yeah." Annoyed, Mila protested, "Can you stop wasting all your time on work? It's the weekend. You should spare some time to mingle around with people." "Mom, I don't have time to go back..." "Fine, next time then." "Alright." Something suddenly came to her mind, and Mila inquired curiously, "By the way, there's news online about you and Oakley's granddaughter checking into a