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.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to make dinner. You rest for a while, I'll make it now." As she spoke, she started

could say anything, she had already dashed

room, she noticed the table

approached her and said in a gentle tone, "Cooking isn't solely

She asked, "When

went to her side, took her hand, and led her to the table. As they went to the dining table, Jasper seated her down. He said,

pursed his lips as

meat with his

didn't want

you."

he gave her,

Jasper's cooking wasn't

was new to it. Yet, after a

men refuse to do housework and

food, ensuring she ate enough. The

"Imogen, no

dream she had this

murmuring, "Okay,