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

briefly and disappeared, she managed to catch

"I feel so sad. Can you come over and keep

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

cycle, but this time, her emotions

woman's message to Jasper intensified her discomfort, a faint ache echoing

and changing her clothes in the

Jasper, still half-asleep, rose from bed. With a lazy, relaxed demeanor, he pulled

a strained smile.

Jasper's spirits lifted. Holding

stroked her long hair, as if

your warmth, so I

to sleep a

sleep anymore if

"What time are we heading

"After breakfast."

on his chest, she instructed, "Go wash