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?"

you regret marrying me

good to me. Why would I regret anything? But given my

delicate hand in his own. He gently stroked her

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

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

moment

he let go

the bedroom, while he headed toward the

returning to her room, Imogen gently touched her

murmured to herself, "Imogen, you're too easily flustered. Just holding hands with him and

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

So why were his boxers so

palpable as she swiftly tucked the underwear

then took a deep breath, followed by another, feeling a wave

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

Imogen quickly glanced away, extending her arm

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

clock struck