The Wrong Woman

Shortly afterward, they stepped into the villa.

Imogen found herself in the opulent living room, nervously scanning its lavish surroundings. She hesitated to touch anything. Each item seemed too valuable to risk damaging.

In contrast, Jasper appeared at ease in this environment. He swiftly carried their luggage upstairs.

Upon returning downstairs, he vanished into the kitchen. Moments later, he reappeared with a glass of water, handing it to Imogen.

"Thank you," Imogen murmured appreciatively as she took the glass, feeling its warmth.

Sensing Imogen's unease, Jasper tried to reassure her, saying, "Feel free to make yourself comfortable here. You don't need to worry about damaging anything."

Taking a sip of the warm water, Imogen nervously replied, "But this place isn't our home."

Jasper smiled gently, reaching out to stroke her hair. "That's alright. Just try to relax a bit, okay?"

standing frozen as she locked

came naturally to him. Retracting his hand, Jasper cleared his throat and said, "I'm off

Imogen nodded in response.

face. Eventually, he departed, leaving Imogen alone in the house as he headed out

as Jasper left. Putting down her glass, she

villa encompassed three floors

study, and work-truly catering to

quickly realized that her and Jasper's luggage were not in the same place. Moving on to the adjacent master bedroom, she found her luggage neatly arranged

separate arrangement of their luggage

Imogen began unpacking

arrived for an interview-Imogen Kingsley. However, this Imogen was not his wife. Her true identity was Zoey Layton, a 27-year-old

retired as a high-ranking official, while her mother had ended her career al net judge. Indeed, both of her parents had notable achievements C Despite her distinguished lineage, Zoey's academic performance was consistently subpar, making it e challenging for her to secure a

a prestigious school posed a threat to

to target Imogen, whose