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

smile, intrigued by Zoey's apparent lack of self-awareness. He wondered what had

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

the idea appealing. "Sure, let's invite your

was taken aback. "What? It's our first date, and you're already talking about meeting my

gestured toward his car parked

the curious glances of

It wasn't until she saw Jasper and Zoey chatting and laughing together as they exited the office building, got into his

Jasper any longer and understood he wasn't the lifelong partner meant for her. Despite this

home, Imogen stared up at the imposing villa before her and was struck by a sudden realization. Wasn't this villa owned by Jasper? How could she have been

from the space agency who had offered her an external job some time back. It had

mind, Imogen