The Wrong Woman

Imogen woke up in Jasper's arms the next morning.

As she opened her eyes, she was greeted by his handsome face. His features were sharp and captivating, and the dark stubble on his jaw added to his rugged charm.

Imogen swallowed nervously and raised her hand to gently touch his chin. With her heart fluttering and breath quickening, she bit her lip unconsciously.

The warmth of his face and the roughness of the stubble felt so real.

When she first saw Jasper, she impulsively agreed to a flash marriage mainly because she was captivated by his looks.

As they spent more time together, she thought she had struck gold with a wonderful husband. Little did she know Jasper was indeed a treasure far beyond reach for a woman like her. Suddenly, Jasper's dreamy eyes opened and met hers.

Startled, Imogen quickly pulled her hand back, avoiding his gaze and moving away.

pulled her back,

her eyes, unable to meet his

his eyes closed, he said in a gentle tone, "Get some more sleep. I'll make you breakfast. What would you like?" Flustered, Imogen replied, "No, you don't have to do that.

frowned slightly but his tone remained tender. "Imogen, I'm your husband, not your boss or anyone remarkable that you need to

hint of bitterness in his smile. He murmured near her neck, "You're

making her body tense and causing her

leaving her unsure of

around her and kissed her forehead gently, his eyes filled with warmth. "Sleep a

get up. "Let

her back down, his tone more serious. "My wife doesn't need to do

guilty, Imogen hesitated before asking, "Before I moved in, did you have many maids here?" Jasper paused for

villa belongs to you,