The Wrong Woman

Chapter 984

"I'd like to get a suit for my dad as well. He's never had the opportunity to wear one," Imogen said.

While hanging his clothes, Jasper's hand paused momentarily, suspended in the air. He stared at Imogen with disbelief, a wave of empathy flooding him as he comprehended the hardships she must have endured.

How many struggles had they faced to be devoid of such basic luxuries?

Upon seeing Jasper's puzzled expression, Imogen responded with a resigned sigh. "For people like us, chances to wear suits are few and far between. Even at formal events, being tidy and presentable usually does the trick."

"And what about your parents' wedding? Did they dress up for that?" Jasper inquired.

Imogen sighed softly at the memory. "Well, they were much like us. They had a simple ceremony at the courthouse, followed by a small family gathering."

Leaning against the wardrobe, Jasper's gaze softened as he regarded her. "Imogen, do you ever imagine having a wedding of your own?"

Imogen's response came swiftly, surprise evident in her widened eyes. "Oh, please don't think about it. Weddings are costly and exhausting affairs. I don't aspire to have one."

"Isn't it true that every woman dreams of having a wedding?" Jasper queried.

money, we should save it for our future. We should strive to buy our own house as

a moment's pause, Jasper spoke gently, "Imogen, Dad was just

again about how I rejected that Norvanian general's son when I

of resignation. "He always brings it up. Just take it as a humorous anecdote

you thinking at that time?" Jasper's

a random boy from

to pursue you now, would you

responded swiftly, "That's

hypothetically,"

moment's hesitation, Imogen firmly stated, "I would definitely reject him

Imogen. Imogen couldn't help but feel perplexed by his sudden change in demeanor. Wasn't her response

a streak of jealousy. Even with what she believed

persistent reminders, Imogen would have long forgotten about that minor incident. Afterall, she couldn't

his family background. His father was a General in Norvania, his mother a renowned chemist, and his grandparents were among the