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?"

about how you have feelings for me," she said, blushing and glancing down in embarrassment. Her voice

help but smile, intrigued by Zoey's apparent lack of self-awareness. He

smile, Zoey became even more enthusiastic and suggested cheerfully, "Mr. Morrison, how about we grab dinner somewhere and have

found the idea appealing. "Sure, let's

first date, and you're already

her words, he gestured toward his car

the curious

hesitant to emerge. It wasn't until she saw Jasper and Zoey chatting and laughing together as they exited the office building, got into his luxury car, and drove away that she finally

wasn't the lifelong partner meant for her. Despite this awareness, her heart wrestled with jealousy

imposing villa before her and was struck by a sudden realization. Wasn't this villa owned by Jasper? How could she have been so oblivious? She sighed heavily, feeling as though

space agency who had

racing through her mind, Imogen