The Wrong Woman

"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?"

marrying me

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

tenderly clasping her delicate hand in his own. He gently stroked

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

take a shower," she murmured. "Do you want me to bring your

moment before

he let go

into the bedroom, while he headed toward the

Imogen gently touched

deep breath,

to herself, "Imogen, you're

him

bundle of nerves? How

embarrassing."

to mutter to herself, Imogen approached the cabinet and retrieved Jasper's pajamas. As she opened

stealing another glance.

wasn't even slightly overweight. So why

more, her embarrassment palpable as she swiftly tucked

breath, followed by another, feeling a wave of heat flush through

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