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.

true identity to Imogen would probably lead to her immediate departure, rushing straight into marriage with the genuine Asher. Consequently, Jasper would be

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

again

life partner and on the verge of marriage left

table. It was a modest, homemade meal, comprising

in celebration of the newlyweds, accompanied by heartfelt blessings and well-wishes. Despite the warmth of the occasion, Jasper ate

took Jasper's suitcase and rolled it

occupied one corner, stacked with books and a computer, while a wardrobe and a narrow bed left

bathroom in this room?" Jasper asked, surprise evident on his

I share a bathroom with the rest of my family. If you need to prepare for

exhale, Jasper absorbed the cramped and stifling atmosphere of the room. Nevertheless, he understood that he had chosen this course, and he was resolved to

scanning the room without spotting

toward her bed. "Right here!

momentarily rendered

rooms in my 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 a makeshift bed on the floor," Imogen

interjected, "That's not

just met, so sharing a bed might be a

amusement and bewilderment at Imogen's laid-back and