The Wrong Woman

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. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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

"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.

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