The Wrong Woman

"Have you met that woman before?" Jasper asked.

"We haven't seen her in person. Her parents handled the negotiations," Gregory answered.

Jasper nodded in understanding upon hearing this. "Dad, everything is settled now. You should take some rest." "Okay, you should get to bed early too."

With that, Gregory retreated to his room, leaving Jasper slumped on the sofa, closing his eyes to rest.

Meanwhile, Imogen emerged from the bathroom and found Jasper reclined on the sofa, apparently asleep.

Approaching quietly, she leaned down and whispered, "Ash, don't sleep here, you—"

Before she could finish, Jasper opened his eyes.

Imogen stood frozen, her eyes locked onto Jasper's profound gaze.

His eyes shimmered with mystery and depth, their intensity captivating as he gazed into hers.

Imogen nervously cleared her throat before advising, "You shouldn't stay here; you might catch a cold. Take a shower before heading to your room to sleep." "Imogen."

"Yes?"

"Do you have any regrets?"

"Regrets about what?"

regret marrying me so

bitterly, her voice tinged with guilt. "I should be asking you that question. You've been so good to me. Why would I regret anything?

slowly, tenderly clasping her delicate hand in his own. He gently stroked her

Her cheeks flushed crimson as she shyly glanced

murmured. "Do you

a moment before nodding. "Yes,

he let

bedroom, while he headed toward

her room, Imogen gently touched her flushed

murmured to herself, "Imogen, you're too easily flustered. Just

As she opened the drawer to

slightly overweight. So why were his

her embarrassment palpable as she swiftly tucked

feeling a wave of heat flush through her entire

to be embarrassed. He's your husband, after all." Carrying Jasper's clothes, Imogen approached the bathroom door and called out, "Ash, I've got your clothes. Can you open the

away, extending her arm to

accepted the clothes. After thanking Imogen, he gently closed the door behind him. That night proved

clock struck 2:00