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.

phone rang

glanced at

a message displayed. Even though it flashed briefly and disappeared, she managed to

a message from Yulia Gibson. "I feel so sad. Can you come over

phone on the bedside table, her morning mood dampened by the message. Slipping on her slippers,

menstrual cycle, but this time, her emotions caused a ripple

woman's message to Jasper intensified her discomfort,

and changing her clothes in the bathroom, Imogen exited

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

managed a strained smile. "Did

Jasper's spirits lifted. Holding

gently stroked her long hair, as if

I just couldn't sense your warmth, so I woke

to sleep a little

sleep anymore if

are we heading to

"After breakfast."

chest, she instructed, "Go