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 so

You've been so good to me. Why would I regret anything? But given my family's

his own. He gently

cheeks flushed crimson as she shyly

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

for a moment before nodding.

he let go

the bedroom, while he headed toward the

her room, Imogen gently touched her flushed

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

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

overweight. So why were his

more, her embarrassment palpable as she swiftly

feeling a wave of heat flush through

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.

quickly glanced away, extending her arm to pass

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

the clock