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 so

voice tinged with guilt. "I should be asking you that question. You've been so good to me. Why would I regret anything? But given my family's circumstances and my imperfections... Do you regret marrying

hand in his own. He gently stroked her thumb and whispered, "I

hand. Her cheeks flushed crimson as she shyly glanced down, unable to meet his

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

a moment before

let go

into the bedroom, while he headed toward the

her room, Imogen gently

you're too easily flustered. Just holding

Imogen approached the cabinet and retrieved Jasper's pajamas. As she opened the drawer to find his underwear, she couldn't

So why were his

embarrassment palpable as she swiftly tucked

another, feeling a wave of heat flush through

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 voice, Jasper

quickly glanced away, extending her

her reaction, Jasper chuckled softly and accepted the clothes. After thanking Imogen, he gently closed the door behind him. That night

clock struck