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.

she squirmed in his arms. "Put me

forehead, saying, "I'll carry you both ways. Today, you're sticking close to me at home. No

"Mr. Morrison, shouldn't you be

grinned affectionately as they disappeared into the bathroom. Their laughter echoed

the hospital. Jasper picked him up and took him to his new residence-a

they finally could enjoy the experience of being tended to by maids

the end

arrest made headlines, 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 hospital

news updates on her phone. Jasper gently ran his fingers through her long hair while studying the documents in his

apprehended,"

"I'm aware," Jasper responded.

her brother will

wife. No one can

murmuring, "I thought something

his

her cheek and continued with kisses down her neck. His voice took on a husky, enticing

pulled back slightly, shyly

"Oh, come on."

"No, I'm ticklish."