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.

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

begin afresh, Jasper was sure he would still

Imogen again was a twist of fate, woven through the

that she was actively searching for a life partner

gathered around the table. It was a modest, homemade meal, comprising four main

heartfelt blessings and well-wishes. Despite the warmth

Imogen took Jasper's suitcase and rolled

suit, stepping into a 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

there no bathroom in this room?" Jasper asked, surprise evident on his

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

Jasper absorbed the cramped and stifling atmosphere of the room. Nevertheless, he understood that he

he asked, scanning the room without spotting any suitable space for a

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

momentarily

can sleep in my parents' room. It's bigger, and I

quickly interjected, "That's not

sharing a bed might be a bit uncomfortable. But don't worry. I'm a pretty relaxed sleeper, and I won't

and bewilderment