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.

If you start earning money, we should save it for our future. We should strive to buy our own house

spoke gently, "Imogen, Dad was just

he boast again about how I rejected that Norvanian general's son when I was little?" Imogen interjected. Jasper hesitated briefly, surprised by her

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

thinking at that time?" Jasper's hands tightened, betraying

"Honestly, I wasn't thinking much at all. It was just a random boy from the neighboring class whom

now, would

responded swiftly, "That's not

mean hypothetically,"

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

turned somber as he fell silent, his gaze fixed on Imogen. Imogen couldn't help but feel perplexed by

what she believed to be the perfect answer, he still seemed

have long forgotten about that minor incident. Afterall, she couldn't even recall the boy's name or

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