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

begin afresh, Jasper was sure

understood that encountering Imogen again was a twist of fate,

life partner and on

table. It was a modest,

were made in celebration of the newlyweds, accompanied by heartfelt blessings and well-wishes. Despite the warmth of the

dinner, Imogen took Jasper's suitcase and rolled it into

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

in this 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 to avoid

stifling atmosphere of the room. Nevertheless, he understood that he had chosen this

room

furrowed her brow in confusion, gesturing toward her bed. "Right here! Are you seriously expecting us

momentarily

share a bed, I can sleep in my parents' room. It's bigger, and I can even set

quickly interjected, "That's not

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

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