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

her 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

tenderly clasping her delicate hand in his own. He gently stroked her thumb and

cheeks flushed crimson as she

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

for a moment before

that, he let go

into the bedroom, while he headed

returning to her room, Imogen gently touched her

murmured to herself, "Imogen, you're too easily flustered. Just holding

Jasper's pajamas. As she opened the

even slightly overweight. So

once more, her embarrassment palpable as she swiftly tucked the underwear

a deep breath, followed by another, feeling a wave of heat

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 promptly turned off the

Imogen quickly glanced away, extending her arm to pass the

thanking Imogen, he gently closed the door behind him. That night proved restless for both of

the clock struck 2:00