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

though it flashed briefly and

so sad. Can you come over and keep me

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

disrupted by her menstrual cycle, but this time, her

on the toilet, thoughts of the woman's message to Jasper intensified her

changing her clothes in the bathroom, Imogen exited and approached

from bed. With a lazy,

a strained smile.

Jasper's spirits lifted. Holding

her long hair, as if comforting a well-behaved

your warmth, so

you want to

to sleep anymore if you're not

time are we heading to my

"After breakfast."

chest, she instructed, "Go wash