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?"

isn't a good match for someone like

not saying the

awkward, so she could only force

my son

sighed helplessly when she thought of Jasper's

27 years, he had shown no interest in women. It was either a problem

Imogen. I didn't mean any

smiled back. "It's

and

on, with another professor inquiring,

hesitated, and thoughts of Jasper clouded her mind. Her mood darkened, but she couldn't deny

"I'm married," she replied.

Mila appeared slightly disappointed.

and offered a shy smile before returning to

inwardly. Every time

of someone Jasper's age

cursed Jasper

apparent ineptitude.

The more he avoided both, the more Mila worried about his well-being. Her anxiety about his marriage prospects grew, prompting her desire for him