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 twice

glanced at the illuminated

briefly and disappeared, she managed to

so sad.

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

her menstrual cycle, but this time, her

to Jasper intensified her discomfort, a faint ache echoing in

clothes in the bathroom, Imogen

a lazy, relaxed demeanor, he pulled

managed a strained smile. "Did I

Jasper's spirits lifted. Holding

stroked her long hair,

couldn't sense your warmth, so

you want to sleep a

anymore if

then inquired, "What time are we heading

"After breakfast."

lightly on his chest, she instructed, "Go wash