The Wrong Woman

Imogen read Jasper's message and angrily slammed her phone onto the bed. "Jasper, you bastard! Do you think having money, power, and influence makes you so great? All you do is bully me!" She didn't bother to reply to his messages.

After a night's rest, Imogen woke up the next morning feeling much better. She got ready quickly and left for work early. By the time Jasper woke up, she was already gone.

Imogen had taken the day off to return to the space agency and continue her work. She met several distinguished professors who admired her talent but regretted that her lack of formal education prevented her from joining the agency.

During lunch, Imogen went to the cafeteria with a few professors.

Being young and attractive, she was well-liked. Mila, in particular, took a special interest in her.

"Imogen, how old are you?" she asked.

"I'm 27," Imogen replied.

Mila looked surprised. "Wow, you look so young. You're the same age as my son."

"How many children do you have, Professor Winkler?" Imogen asked.

"Just one, my only son," Mila smiled.

in response

teasing. "Professor Winkler, are you trying

laughed awkwardly. "No, no. My son isn't a good match for someone

sure you're not saying the opposite?" another professor

awkward, so she

mean it. Of course, I hope my son can marry a good girl like

she thought of

women. It was either a problem with his sexual orientation or his sexual function. Either way, he wasn't suitable

Imogen, Mila quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Imogen. I

smiled back. "It's okay,

and continued

on, with another professor inquiring, "Imogen, do you

and thoughts of Jasper clouded her mind. Her mood darkened,

"I'm married," she replied.

Mila appeared slightly disappointed.

her gaze and offered a

of someone Jasper's age marrying,

more he avoided both, the more Mila worried about his well-being. Her anxiety about his marriage prospects