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.

potential repercussions, Jasper understood that disclosing his true identity to Imogen would probably lead to her immediate departure, rushing straight into

to begin afresh, Jasper was sure he would still opt for the

his thoughts, Jasper understood that encountering Imogen again was a twist

learning that she was actively searching for a life partner and on the verge

served, and everyone gathered around the table. It was a

made in celebration of the newlyweds, accompanied by heartfelt blessings

Jasper's suitcase and rolled it into her

belongings. A cluttered desk occupied one corner, stacked with books and a computer, while a wardrobe and a narrow bed

this room?" Jasper asked, surprise evident

rest of my family. If you need to

room. Nevertheless, he understood that he

I sleep?" he asked, scanning the room without spotting any

toward her bed. "Right here! Are you seriously

momentarily rendered

my house. If you prefer not to share a bed, I can sleep in my parents'

interjected, "That's

I get it. We've just 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

a mix of amusement and bewilderment at Imogen's