The Wrong Woman

Imogen woke in Jasper's arms the next morning.

As she opened her eyes, she was greeted by his handsome face. His features were sharp and captivating, and the dark stubble on his jaw added to his rugged charm.

Imogen swallowed nervously and raised her hand to gently touch his chin. With her heart fluttering and breath quickening, she bit her lip unconsciously.

The warmth of his face and the roughness of the stubble felt so real.

When she first saw Jasper, she impulsively agreed to a flash marriage mainly because she was captivated by his looks.

As they spent more time together, she thought she had struck gold with a wonderful husband. Little did she know Jasper was indeed a treasure far beyond reach for a woman like her. Suddenly, Jasper's dreamy eyes opened and met hers.

Startled, Imogen quickly pulled her hand back, avoiding his gaze and moving away.

Jasper reached out and pulled her back, whispering, "Were you touching me?"

unable to meet his

her hair and his eyes closed, he said in a gentle tone, "Get some more sleep. I'll

remained tender. "Imogen, I'm your husband, not your boss or

bitterness in his smile. He murmured near her neck, "You're

making her body tense and causing her to shrink back

words touched her deeply, leaving her unsure of how to

her forehead

tried to get up. "Let

pressed her back down, his tone more

"Before I moved in, did you have many maids here?" Jasper

villa belongs to

the maids

doing housework. Now, after their marriage, he was juggling work and cooking

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