The Wrong Woman

It was already noon when Imogen woke up.

The sweet dream she had about Jasper felt somewhat unreal. However, his voice still lingered in her memory, and the breakfast he had prepared was on the table. She heated up the breakfast and ate it with satisfaction. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

After eating, she carried her laptop to the study and continued working.

The work she was doing was highly challenging and crucial to the aerospace industry, so she was not allowed to make any mistakes.

When she focused on her work, she lost track of time.

By evening, Jasper had returned. He came home, changed his shoes, and gently pushed open the study door. He found Imogen was fully absorbed in her work.

Not wanting to disturb her, he quietly closed the door. Then, he took off his suit jacket, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and went to the kitchen to cook dinner.

Imogen was so engrossed in her work that she didn't notice the time until there was a knock on the door.

When she checked the time, it was 7:00 pm.

"Oh no!" Imogen exclaimed, realizing she had forgotten to make dinner for Jasper.

Jasper standing there. Feeling guilty and uneasy, she apologized, "I'm sorry, I forgot to make dinner. You rest for a while,

say anything, she had already dashed

the table was set with steaming

"Cooking isn't solely your responsibility. You don't need to

asked, "When did

the table. As they went to the dining table, Jasper seated her down. He said, "I got home at 6:30 pm."

his lips as he

with

didn't want to

you."

meat he gave her,

Jasper's cooking wasn't

new to it. Yet, after a long day at work, he

right person. Having seen many men refuse to do housework and act

focused on eating, while Jasper kept adding food, ensuring she ate enough. The atmosphere at the

"Imogen, no staying up late

was stunned. She remembered the dream she had this morning and realized it

food before murmuring, "Okay,