The Wrong Woman

Chapter 992

Imogen bit her lower lip because she felt so embarrassed that she wanted to smack herself. The words she said just now were so ridiculous. Both of them fell silent as they were lost in their thoughts. The atmosphere in the room was very ambiguous.

Jasper then turned off the light. As the room fell into darkness, their breathing became even and steady. Jasper clearly knew what Imogen was talking about earlier, but he pretended not to understand.

This night was restless for both of them. The next morning, Imogen was =up before dawn to make breakfast. She ironed Jasper's suit and polished his shoes. After that, she prepared his lunchbox.

When Jasper woke up, he didn't see Imogen in the room. Instead, he found his neatly ironed clothes hanging in an obvious spot, which made him feel touched.

As he walked out of the room, he saw Imogen busying herself in the kitchen.

After freshening up, he headed toward the kitchen. When he walked past the dining table, he noticed the simple, yet nutritious, breakfast and a lunchbox on the table. His gaze softened as he was touched by her effort.

He knew Imogen wasn't doing all this out of deep love for him, but because she was inherently a good person.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

"Imogen," Jasper called softly.

At that moment, Imogen was busy cleaning the kitchen. When she heard Jasper call her name, she turned and smiled warmly at him.

She said, "Ash, have breakfast first while the meal is still warm. I've also prepared your lunch. You can just heat it in the microwave." "What time did you get up?" Jasper asked with concern.

It must have been very early in the morning to get so many things done.

"I'm used to waking up early, so it's fine." Imogen said as she finished cleaning and took off her apron. She said slowly. "All my goods were confiscated by the city officials, but I don't want to pay the fine to get them back. I've closed my online store, so I might need to find a new job." Jasper offered, "If you don't want to work, you can just stay at home. I can support you."

Imogen said, "I have hands and feet, and I'm still young and strong, so I don't need anyone to support me.

"Besides, working isn't just about making money, it's also about realizing my self-worth and not becoming useless." Jasper asked, "Do you need help finding a job?"

Imogen shook her head and replied, "No. I can manage."

Jasper sighed softly as he looked at her with a deep gaze.

Imogen walked over and gently nudged him toward the dining table. She said, "Don't just stand there. Eat your breakfast and leave early to avoid traffic. Don't be late. 

Jasper was pushed till he sat down. Imogen sat across him with her chin resting on her hands. She just stared at him while he had breakfast.

Jasper picked up his cutlery and looked at the oatmeal and handmade pancakes in front of him before looking at Imogen. He asked, "Have you eaten?" 

"Yes. I had two pancakes."

"Two pancakes isn't enough. Have some more."

"My appetite is small, so I'm not hungry."

"What about your parents?" Jasper asked again.

Imogen glanced at their room. The door was already opened. "They probably went back."

Jasper asked in confusion, "Went back where?"

Imogen replied, "They went home! I heard them say that a relative at home held a banquet, so they went back to attend the banquet."

"The countryside?"

Imogen nodded and said, "Yes, the countryside. A small place in the recesses of the mountains."

Jasper nodded, not asking any further questions. Instead, he quietly ate his oatmeal.

Watching him eat with such elegance and grace, Imogen couldn't help but admire him. How could this man eat so elegantly?

Growing up in the countryside and struggling through life's challenges, a man like him should have been rough around the edges, but his innate mobility and refined demeanor made every movement captivating and poised.