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?"

regret marrying me

bitterly, 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 my family's

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

race as she watched him hold her hand. Her cheeks flushed crimson as she

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

moment before nodding.

that, he let

while

returning to her room, Imogen gently touched her

she murmured to herself, "Imogen, you're too easily flustered. Just holding hands with him and you're a bundle of nerves? How

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

slightly overweight. So why were his

embarrassment palpable as

breath, followed by another, feeling a

be embarrassed. He's your husband, after all." Carrying Jasper's clothes, Imogen approached the bathroom door and called

extending her arm to pass the clothes

door behind him. That night proved restless for

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