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

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

was a message from Yulia Gibson. "I feel so sad.

placed the phone on the bedside table,

mood been disrupted by her menstrual cycle, but this time, her emotions caused a ripple of discomfort

on the toilet, thoughts of the woman's message to Jasper intensified her discomfort, a faint ache echoing in her

in the bathroom, Imogen exited and approached the

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

a strained smile.

Jasper's spirits lifted. Holding

stroked her long hair, as if comforting

sense your warmth, so I woke

want to sleep a

sleep anymore if you're

we heading to my parents'

"After breakfast."

on his chest, she instructed, "Go