The Wrong Woman

Chapter 1001

"Have you met that woman before?" Jasper asked.

"We haven't seen her in person. Her parents handled the negotiations," Gregory answered.

Jasper nodded in understanding upon hearing this. "Dad, everything is settled now. You should take some rest."

"Okay, you should get to bed early too."

With that, Gregory retreated to his room, leaving Jasper slumped on the sofa, closing his eyes to rest.

Meanwhile, Imogen emerged from the bathroom and found Jasper reclined on the sofa, apparently asleep.

Approaching quietly, she leaned down and whispered, "Ash, don't sleep here, you—"

Before she could finish, Jasper opened his eyes.

Imogen stood frozen, her eyes locked onto Jasper's profound gaze.

His eyes shimmered with mystery and depth, their intensity captivating as he gazed into hers.

Imogen nervously cleared her throat before advising, "You shouldn't stay here; you might catch a cold. Take a shower before heading to your room to sleep."

"Imogen."

"Yes?"

"Do you have any regrets?"

"Regrets about what?"

"Do you regret marrying me so impulsively?"

Imogen chuckled bitterly, her voice tinged with guilt. "I should be asking you that question. You've been so good to me. Why would I regret anything? But given my family's circumstances and my imperfections... Do you regret marrying me?"

Jasper reached out slowly, tenderly clasping her delicate hand in his own. He gently stroked her thumb and whispered, "I have no regrets."Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Imogen felt her heart race as she watched him hold her hand. Her cheeks flushed crimson as she shyly glanced down, unable to meet his gaze directly.

"You should go take a shower," she murmured. "Do you want me to bring your pajamas?"

Jasper paused for a moment before nodding. "Yes, please."

With that, he let go of Imogen's hand.

She walked into the bedroom, while he headed toward the bathroom.

Upon returning to her room, Imogen gently touched her flushed cheeks.

Taking a deep breath, she

murmured to herself, "Imogen,

you're too easily flustered. Just

holding hands with him and you're a

bundle of nerves? How

embarrassing."

Continuing to mutter to herself, Imogen approached the cab and retrieved Jasper's pajamas. As she opened the drawer to find his

underwear, she couldn't resist stealing another glance. Content

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Jasper wasn't even slightly overweight. So why were his boxers so large?

Imogen blushed once more, her embarrassment palpable as she swiftly tucked the underwear into Jasper's pajamas.

She then took a deep breath, followed by another, feeling a wave of heat flush through her entire body.

Walking steadily, Imogen whispered to herself reassuringly, "It's normal to feel desire. There's no need to be embarrassed. He's your husband, after all."

Carrying Jasper's clothes, Imogen approached the bathroom door and called out, "Ash, I've got your clothes. Can you open the door and take them?" Upon hearing Imogen's voice, Jasper promptly turned off the water and cautiously opened the door.

Meanwhile, Imogen quickly glanced away, extending her arm to pass the clothes to him.

Upon witnessing her reaction, Jasper chuckled softly and accepted the clothes. After thanking Imogen, he gently closed the door behind him. That night proved restless for both of them, each consumed by their thoughts and burdened with heavy hearts, struggling to find sleep.

Soon, the clock struck 2:00 am.

Imogen tossed and turned in bed, believing she was the only one unable to sleep. Much to her surprise, Jasper was also awake.

As Jasper turned to face her, Imogen asked curiously, "Ash, is something troubling you?"

In the darkness of the room, she could discern faint shadows.

Meanwhile, Jasper focused his gaze on Imogen, her figure slightly blurred in the low light. His voice was gentle as he said, "Imogen, could you start calling me Jasper or Jay from now on?"

"Sure," Imogen replied, her confusion apparent. "Is this why you're feeling unsettled?"

"No."

"Then why are you still awake? You've been tossing and turning all night.".

"And why aren't you asleep either?" Jasper countered.

"Me?" Imogen hesitated, her unease evident as she searched for an explanation.

After all, she couldn't possibly admit to Jasper that she was too nervous to sleep because he had held her hand twice that day.