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?"

eyes, unable to meet

sighed softly and, with his head against her hair and his eyes closed, he said in a gentle tone, "Get some more sleep. I'll make you

slightly but his tone remained tender. "Imogen, I'm your husband, not your boss or anyone remarkable that you need to be nervous around." Imogen responded,

a hint of bitterness in his

Imogen's neck, making her body tense and causing

leaving her

her and kissed her

up. "Let me

her back down, his tone more serious. "My

in, did you have many

belongs

her head. "Yeah. I had the maids leave so you wouldn't

pang of guilt. He was a wealthy man unaccustomed to doing housework. Now, after

should go back to