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?"

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

but smile, intrigued by Zoey's apparent lack of

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

suddenly found the idea appealing.

It's our first date, and you're already

words, he gestured toward

building, amidst the curious glances of

emerge. It wasn't until she saw Jasper and Zoey chatting and laughing together

he wasn't the lifelong partner meant for her. Despite this awareness, her heart wrestled with jealousy and sadness. She gloomily

a sudden realization. Wasn't this villa owned by Jasper? How could she have been so

down pulled out her phone, and checked the caller ID. It was an employee from the space agency who had offered her an external job some time back. It had been a while since that

thoughts racing through her mind, Imogen answered the phone.