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

should be asking you that question. You've been so good to

her delicate hand in his own. He gently

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

take a shower," she murmured. "Do you

for a moment before nodding. "Yes,

that, he let

into the bedroom, while he

to her room, Imogen

a deep breath, she murmured to herself, "Imogen, you're too easily flustered. Just holding hands with him

pajamas. As she opened the drawer to find

wasn't even slightly overweight. So

as she

breath, followed by another, feeling a wave of

"It's normal to feel 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,

glanced away, extending her arm to pass the clothes

closed the door behind him. That night proved restless for both of them, each consumed by their thoughts and burdened with heavy

clock struck