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?"

her eyes, unable to meet

said in a gentle tone, "Get some more sleep. I'll make you

your boss or anyone remarkable that you need to be

hint of bitterness in his smile. He murmured near her neck, "You're the princess I

her body tense

words touched her deeply, leaving

of bed. He tucked the covers around her and kissed her forehead gently, his eyes filled with warmth. "Sleep a bit longer. I'll call you when breakfast is ready."

up. "Let me

his tone more serious. "My wife doesn't need to do

guilty, Imogen hesitated before asking, "Before I moved in, did you have many

villa belongs

I had the maids

doing housework.

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