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.

identity to Imogen would probably lead to her immediate departure, rushing straight into marriage with

afresh, Jasper was sure he would still opt for the

encountering Imogen again was a twist of fate, woven

for a life partner and on the verge

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

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

took Jasper's suitcase

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

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

If you need

room. Nevertheless, he understood that he had chosen this course, and

scanning the room without spotting any

confusion, gesturing toward her bed. "Right

momentarily rendered

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

"That's not what

off his concern with a light-hearted tone. "It's okay, I get it. We've just met, so sharing a bed might be a bit uncomfortable. But

couldn't suppress a mix of amusement and bewilderment at Imogen's laid-back