The Wrong Woman

Jasper's words unsettled Imogen.

After a brief hesitation, Imogen asked, "Aren't you concerned they might accuse you of deceiving them? And what about Aunt Eloise? She's fond of Asher and has always wanted me to marry him." Jasper responded calmly, "We'll have to face it eventually."

"Okay," Imogen agreed.

That night, Jasper was too excited to sleep. He kept talking, sharing words that seemed endless.

It wasn't until after Imogen fell asleep that he finally drifted off himself.

The next morning, Imogen woke up first, still cradled in Jasper's embrace.

Throughout the night, Jasper had held her tightly.

Imogen, mindful of potential side leaks, didn't dare move much, and now she felt her waist stiffening.

She shifted her body slowly.

At that moment, the phone rang twice. Located right by the pillow, Imogen found the sound somewhat jarring, hence she reached over to fetch it.

rang

glanced at the illuminated

Even though it flashed briefly and disappeared, she managed to catch those

from Yulia Gibson. "I feel so

heavy ache as if falling into an abyss of uncertainty. She placed the phone on the bedside table, her morning mood dampened by the message. Slipping on her slippers, Imogen wearily walked into the

menstrual cycle, but this time, her emotions caused a

to Jasper intensified

changing her clothes in the bathroom, Imogen exited and approached

rose from bed. With a lazy, relaxed demeanor, he

a strained smile. "Did I wake

Jasper's spirits lifted. Holding

he gently stroked her long hair, as if comforting a well-behaved kitten.

I just couldn't sense your

you want to sleep a little

don't want to sleep anymore if you're not with me," he

we heading to my parents'

"After breakfast."

on his chest, she instructed, "Go wash