The Wrong Woman

Imogen's heart raced as she slowly hugged Jasper, her voice bashful yet resolute. "Jasper, you'll always have a place in my heart."

Jasper tensed slightly, his senses on high alert. He met her eyes. A glint of anticipation sparked in his gaze as he eagerly murmured, "Say it one more time. Say it-"

"I love you, Jasper," Imogen said gently.

Jasper's eyes immediately filled with tears as he held Imogen tightly, his body shaking. Overwhelmed by emotion, he could only whisper her name into her ear. "Imogen... Imogen..."

"Do you love me?" Imogen asked, her voice tinged with shyness.

Jasper frowned. "I do love you. Haven't you always known?"

"I still want to hear it," Imogen said.

"I love you. I love you with all my heart," Jasper declared, gazing at her with intense passion and unwavering resolve.

Feeling a bit stiff from his tight hug, Imogen gently pushed him away. "I love you, too, but I must get up and go to work."

"Not today," Jasper responded, scooping and carrying her back to bed. He pulled the covers snugly over them both and held her close.

Imogen smiled helplessly. "Can I at least go to the bathroom?"

"Sure," Jasper agreed and lifted her easily from the bed.

in his arms. "Put me down. I can walk

gently kissed her forehead, saying, "I'll carry you both ways. Today, you're

"Mr. Morrison,

as

from the hospital. Jasper picked him up and took him to his new residence-a new villa with two

the experience of being tended to

wasn't the

Oakley faced his difficulties. Due to his elderly condition, he suffered a heart attack the same night he was arrested and had to be rushed to the

rested in Jasper's arms at home, scrolling through news updates on her phone. Jasper gently ran his fingers through her long hair while studying

apprehended,"

"I'm aware," Jasper responded.

think her brother will save her?"

crossed my wife. No one

closer to his embrace, murmuring, "I thought something was going on

set his documents aside.

His voice took on a husky, enticing tone. "Then prove tome that

pulled back slightly, shyly saying,

"Oh, come on."

"No, I'm ticklish."