The Wrong Woman

Chapter 983



Jasper found himself caught between amusement and frustration.

Noticing Jasper's discomfort, Gregory quickly caught on and hastily clarified, "Ash, don't worry about it. I was just teasing you.

"Besides, Imogen was just a young girl back then and was entirely engrossed in her studies. Romance was the last thing on her mind. Let's just consider it a bit of good-natured banter."

"I understand," Jasper replied with a polite smile.

As Gregory poured more coffee for Jasper, the latter accepted it graciously, cradling the cup with both hands. "Thank you."

"Keep in mind, Ash, you're the man Aunt Eloise believes is the perfect match for Imogen, and our entire family puts faith in her judgment.

"We're not seeking wealth or status. All we ask is that you treat Imogen with care and that you both support each other in marriage."

"I understand, Dad." Upon hearing Gregory's elevated expectations and effusive praise for the fictitious Asher, Jasper felt his heart sink deeper into a hollow ache.

Similarly, Imogen's abrupt proposal to marry a man she had only just met left her feeling completely stunned and bewildered. Unbeknownst to her, the mere notion of her request had initially startled Jasper.

her immediate departure, rushing straight into marriage with the genuine Asher. Consequently, Jasper would be left alone to bear

to begin afresh, Jasper was sure

Jasper understood that encountering Imogen again was

partner and on

dinner was served, and everyone gathered around the table. It was a modest, homemade meal, comprising four main dishes and

newlyweds, accompanied by heartfelt blessings and well-wishes. Despite the

Jasper's suitcase

cramped space filled with belongings. A cluttered desk occupied one corner, stacked with books and a computer, while a wardrobe and a narrow bed left little room

room?" Jasper asked, surprise

share a bathroom with the rest of my family. If you need to prepare for work, it's best to wake up early

exhale, Jasper absorbed the cramped and stifling atmosphere of the room. Nevertheless,

room without spotting any suitable space

confusion, gesturing toward her bed. "Right here! Are you

momentarily rendered

house. If you prefer not to share a bed, I can sleep in my parents' room. It's bigger, and I can even set up

interjected, "That's not what

met, so sharing a bed might be a bit uncomfortable. But don't worry. I'm a pretty relaxed sleeper, and I won't do anything inappropriate. You can trust

amusement and bewilderment at Imogen's laid-back and