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.

reached out and pulled her

eyes, unable to meet his

his eyes closed, he said in a gentle tone, "Get some more sleep. I'll make you breakfast.

but his tone remained tender. "Imogen, I'm your husband, not your boss or anyone remarkable that you need to be nervous around." Imogen responded,

home now," Jasper sighed helplessly, a hint of bitterness in his smile. He murmured near her neck, "You're the princess I want to

tickled Imogen's neck, making her body tense and causing her to shrink back

her deeply, leaving her unsure of

cheek and got out of bed. He tucked the covers around her and kissed her

up. "Let

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

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

belongs to