The Wrong Woman

Chapter 984

"I'd like to get a suit for my dad as well. He's never had the opportunity to wear one," Imogen said.

While hanging his clothes, Jasper's hand paused momentarily, suspended in the air. He stared at Imogen with disbelief, a wave of empathy flooding him as he comprehended the hardships she must have endured.

How many struggles had they faced to be devoid of such basic luxuries?

Upon seeing Jasper's puzzled expression, Imogen responded with a resigned sigh. "For people like us, chances to wear suits are few and far between. Even at formal events, being tidy and presentable usually does the trick."

"And what about your parents' wedding? Did they dress up for that?" Jasper inquired.

Imogen sighed softly at the memory. "Well, they were much like us. They had a simple ceremony at the courthouse, followed by a small family gathering."

Leaning against the wardrobe, Jasper's gaze softened as he regarded her. "Imogen, do you ever imagine having a wedding of your own?"

Imogen's response came swiftly, surprise evident in her widened eyes. "Oh, please don't think about it. Weddings are costly and exhausting affairs. I don't aspire to have one."

"Isn't it true that every woman dreams of having a wedding?" Jasper queried.

Imogen responded with a warm smile, whispering, "I don't need a wedding. If you start earning money, we should save it for our future. We should strive to buy our own house as soon as possible."

After a moment's pause, Jasper spoke gently, "Imogen, Dad was just reminiscing about your childhood... he—"

"Did he boast again about how I rejected that Norvanian general's son when I was little?" Imogen interjected. Jasper hesitated briefly, surprised by her straightforwardness.

Imogen released a soft sigh, her smile carrying a hint of resignation. "He always brings it up. Just take it as a humorous anecdote and don't dwell on it too much."

"What were you thinking at that time?" Jasper's hands tightened, betraying his nerves.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Imogen continued unloading his suitcase, nonchalantly commenting, "Honestly, I wasn't thinking much at all. It was just a random boy from the neighboring class whom I barely knew, sending me a childish love letter. It was quite amusing, really."

"If... if he were to pursue you now, would you entertain it?" Jasper inquired tentatively.

Imogen responded swiftly, "That's not possible."

"I mean hypothetically," Jasper clarified.

Without a moment's hesitation, Imogen firmly stated, "I would definitely reject him without any doubt."

Jasper's expression turned somber

as he fell silent, his gaze fixed on Imogen. Imogen couldn't help but feel perplexed by his sudden change in demeanor. Wasn't her response satisfactory?

It appeared that her new husband possessed a streak of jealousy. Even with what she believed to be the perfect answer, he still seemed dissatisfied. Well, he certainly wasn't easily pleased!

If it weren't for Gregory's persistent reminders, Imogen would have long forgotten about that minor incident. Afterall, she couldn't even recall the boy's name or appearance

All she knew was his family background. His father was a General in Norvania, his mother a renowned chemist, and his grandparents were among the wealthiest in the country.

Such a prodigy seemed like a distant star, completely out of reach for her. Even if there were a chance, Imogen understood her place well.

Just like mismatched pots and lids, some matches were simply not meant to be. She wouldn't indulge in foolish dreams of bridging the gap between two vastly different worlds.

Wary of straining their newlywed relationship, Imogen swiftly changed the topic. "But Ash, you're so handsome. Have you truly never been in a relationship? Not even once?"

Jasper turned to adjust the clothes in the wardrobe, his movements slightly assertive. With a blunt tone, he replied, "I have. Around 17 or 18 times." Imogen was surprised. "That many? But Aunt Eloise said you hadn't dated anyone. You-"

Jasper closed the wardrobe door with a decisive click before facing her, his demeanor tinged with pride. "What's this? Already having second thoughts about our marriage?"

Imogen quickly forced a smile, feeling somewhat exhausted by his demeanor. Why did he seem so entitled?

"Nope." Imogen grinned widely. "No regrets. Everyone has a past, right? 17 or 18 exes, it's... just part of life."

As she finished speaking, Imogen felt as if she had almost bitten through her tongue, a wave of frustration washing over her.