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

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

tone remained tender. "Imogen, I'm your husband, not your boss or anyone remarkable that you need to be

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

breath tickled Imogen's neck, making her body tense and causing

leaving her unsure of how

cheek and got out of bed. He tucked the covers around her and kissed her forehead gently, his eyes filled with warmth.

to get up. "Let

down, his tone more serious. "My wife doesn't need

in, did you have many maids here?" Jasper paused for

belongs to you,

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

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

should go back to how