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

he said in a gentle tone, "Get some more sleep. I'll make you breakfast. What would you like?" Flustered, Imogen replied, "No, you don't have to do that. I can make my own

or anyone remarkable

Jasper sighed helplessly, a hint of bitterness in his smile. He murmured near her neck,

her body

deeply, leaving

he kissed her cheek and got out of bed. He tucked the covers around her and kissed her forehead gently, his eyes filled with warmth. "Sleep a bit longer. I'll

up. "Let me cook," she

down, his tone more serious. "My wife

hesitated before asking, "Before I moved in, did you have many maids here?" Jasper paused for a moment before

belongs to you,

head. "Yeah. I had the maids

felt a pang of guilt. He was a wealthy man unaccustomed to doing housework. Now, after their marriage, he was juggling work and cooking

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