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?"

marrying me

to me. Why would I regret

his own. He gently stroked her thumb and whispered,

hold her hand. Her cheeks flushed crimson as she shyly glanced

go take a shower," she murmured. "Do

moment before

let go

walked into the bedroom, while he headed toward the

Imogen gently touched

you're too easily flustered. Just

Imogen approached the cabinet and retrieved Jasper's pajamas. As she opened the

wasn't even slightly overweight. So why

her embarrassment palpable as she

followed by another, feeling a wave of heat flush

husband, after all." Carrying Jasper's clothes, Imogen approached the bathroom door and called out, "Ash, I've

quickly glanced away, extending her arm to pass the clothes

thanking Imogen, he gently closed the door behind him. That night proved restless for both of them, each consumed by their thoughts and

the clock struck 2:00