The Wrong Woman

Surrounded by a steady stream of compliments and admiration, Zoey gradually lost touch with her true self.

In the evening, at the end of the workday, Jasper left the office early as usual. He sat in his car, quietly watching the entrance of Star Enterprise, waiting for Imogen to emerge. Time ticked by slowly. Most employees departed, but Imogen had yet to appear.

Jasper's patience dwindled. He swung open the car door and strode into the office building. Suddenly, someone blocked his path. His face tightened as he examined the person blocking him. "Good evening, Mr. Morrison," Zoey greeted with a delicate and charming posture, her face illuminated by a warm smile, her eyes reflecting deep affection.

Jasper's expression stayed impassive as hummed in acknowledgment.

"Mr. Morrison, I'm truly sorry about all the gossip today. I have no idea who started it," Zoey murmured shyly.

"What gossip?" Jasper looked confused.

"You haven't heard?" Zoey seemed surprised.

"No, what's happening?"

for me," she said, blushing and glancing down in embarrassment. Her voice grew quieter

couldn't help but smile, intrigued by Zoey's apparent lack

and suggested cheerfully, "Mr. Morrison, how about we grab

suddenly found the idea appealing. "Sure, let's

date, and you're

gestured toward his car parked outside. "Let's go. My car

out of the office building, amidst the curious glances of onlookers. Employees at Star Enterprise began whispering

It wasn't until she saw Jasper and Zoey chatting and laughing together as they exited the office

meant for her. Despite this awareness,

Wasn't this villa owned by Jasper? How could she have been so oblivious? She sighed heavily, feeling

from the space agency who had offered her an

mind,