The Wrong Woman

Jasper became concerned as Imogen placed her hand over her heart. He asked, "Are you experiencing any chest pains? Have you consulted a doctor? I can take you for a check-up." Imogen reassured him, gently holding his arm.

"Jasper, I'm fine. I'm just trying to figure out how to balance my future family and career."

Jasper smiled knowingly, gently patting her head before pulling her into an embrace.

He recognized her uniqueness-her drive to pursue her career and showcase her skills and talents. The thought of being a stay-at-home mother or merely a trophy wife held no appeal for her whatsoever. Holding her close, Jasper murmured, "Imogen, have you forgotten about your husband's financial prowess?"

Imogen couldn't suppress a chuckle.

Jasper reassured her of his commitment, "As long as you're on board, I can arrange a driver to drive you to work, an assistant to handle all your tasks, and you won't have to worry about anything. When you return home, there will be maids and me to ensure you're well cared for.

"After the baby is born, we'll have maternity nurses, nannies, maids, nutritionists, and personal trainers lined up for you. The professional maternity nurses and childcare assistants will help us raise our child. Your parents are also welcome to visit and stay to lend a hand with their grandchild.

to pitch in, too. You've got me as well. With all this support lined

a wave of emotion as Jasper's words touched her deeply, tears trickling down her cheeks. Finally, her heart found peace. Overwhelmed, she managed to whisper, "Thank you, Jasper." Jasper kissed her forehead happily, sensing they were moving toward

into the world last month. Today, they hosted a sip-and-see party to introduce Nathan's cherished granddaughter to their friends and family,

their guests. Nathan, Mila, Gregory, and Carol welcomed arriving guests at the

celebrate. In a corner, Nathan held his granddaughter close; his face lit

weren't half as excited," Mila teased him.

practically sparkling now,"

in his arms, marveling at her peaceful, sleeping face once

of being a

hold

Drawing nearer with his grandson in his arms, he said,