The Wrong Woman

Imogen read Jasper's message and angrily slammed her phone onto the bed. "Jasper, you bastard! Do you think having money, power, and influence makes you so great? All you do is bully me!" She didn't bother to reply to his messages.

After a night's rest, Imogen woke up the next morning feeling much better. She got ready quickly and left for work early. By the time Jasper woke up, she was already gone.

Imogen had taken the day off to return to the space agency and continue her work. She met several distinguished professors who admired her talent but regretted that her lack of formal education prevented her from joining the agency.

During lunch, Imogen went to the cafeteria with a few professors.

Being young and attractive, she was well-liked. Mila, in particular, took a special interest in her.

"Imogen, how old are you?" she asked.

"I'm 27," Imogen replied.

Mila looked surprised. "Wow, you look so young. You're the same age as my son."

"How many children do you have, Professor Winkler?" Imogen asked.

"Just one, my only son," Mila smiled.

Imogen hummed in response while eating.

The others started teasing. "Professor Winkler, are you trying to set Imogen up with your son?"

laughed awkwardly. "No, no. My son isn't

you sure you're not saying

exceptionally awkward, so she could only force a

mean it. Of course, I hope my son

when she thought

had shown no interest in women. It was either a problem with

awkwardness in Imogen, Mila quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Imogen. I didn't mean any harm. Please don't take it

smiled back. "It's okay,

in response and continued with

on, with another professor inquiring, "Imogen, do you

her mind. Her mood darkened, but she couldn't

"I'm married," she replied.

Mila appeared slightly disappointed.

a shy smile

sighed inwardly. Every time

Jasper's age marrying, it frustrated

cursed Jasper

apparent ineptitude.

he should be in a relationship. The more he avoided both, the more