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 twice

Imogen glanced at the

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

"I feel so sad. Can you come

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

her menstrual cycle, but this time, her emotions caused a ripple of discomfort during her

message to Jasper intensified her discomfort, a faint

in the bathroom, Imogen exited and approached the

bed. With a lazy, relaxed demeanor, he pulled Imogen into

strained smile. "Did I wake

Jasper's spirits lifted. Holding

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

your warmth, so I woke

want to sleep a

want to sleep anymore if you're

then inquired, "What time are we heading to

"After breakfast."

on his chest, she instructed, "Go wash