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

at the

briefly and disappeared, she managed to catch those few

message from Yulia Gibson. "I feel so

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

but

the toilet, thoughts of the woman's message to Jasper

up and changing her clothes in

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

a strained smile. "Did

Jasper's spirits lifted. Holding

he gently stroked her long hair, as if comforting a well-behaved kitten. He

your warmth, so I woke

to

sleep anymore if you're not with me," he

then inquired, "What time are we heading to my

"After breakfast."

chest, she instructed,