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

question. You've been so good to me. Why would I regret anything? But given my family's circumstances and my imperfections... Do

her delicate hand in his own. He gently stroked her thumb and whispered, "I have no

her heart race as she watched him hold her hand. Her cheeks flushed crimson as she shyly glanced down, unable to meet his

go take a shower," she murmured. "Do you want me to

for a moment

let go

while

her room, Imogen gently touched her flushed

you're too easily flustered. Just holding hands with

Imogen approached the cabinet and retrieved Jasper's pajamas. As she opened the drawer to find his

overweight. So

once more, her embarrassment palpable as she swiftly tucked the underwear into Jasper's

then took a deep breath, followed by another, feeling a wave of heat flush through her

desire. There's no need 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 door and take them?" Upon hearing Imogen's

glanced away, extending her arm to pass the

accepted the clothes. After thanking Imogen, he gently closed the door behind him. That night proved restless for both of them, each consumed by their thoughts and burdened with heavy hearts, struggling to find

the clock