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

displayed. Even though it flashed briefly and disappeared,

from Yulia Gibson. "I feel so sad. Can you

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

by her menstrual cycle, but this time, her emotions

message to Jasper intensified her discomfort, a faint

freshening up and changing her clothes in the bathroom, Imogen

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

a strained smile. "Did

Jasper's spirits lifted. Holding

hair, as if comforting a well-behaved kitten.

just couldn't sense your warmth,

you want to sleep

if you're not

we heading

"After breakfast."

chest, she instructed, "Go wash