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?"

glancing down in embarrassment. Her voice grew quieter as she added, "They're even saying you're interested in

Zoey's apparent lack of self-awareness. He wondered what had emboldened

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

appealing. "Sure,

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

her words, he gestured

amidst the curious glances of onlookers. Employees at

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

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

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

looked down pulled out her phone, and checked the caller ID. It was an employee from the space agency who had

racing through her mind, Imogen answered the phone. "What's the