The Wrong Woman

Chapter 1033

Jasper felt his heart sink as he stood there, rooted to the spot, his intense gaze meeting Imogen's eyes blazing with anger. Momentarily speechless, he slipped his hands into his sweatpants pockets, lowered his head, and sighed.

Imogen suppressed her frustration, studying him cautiously before calmly asking, "Are you still searching for the right words, or do you plan to continue deceiving me?"

Jasper lifted his head and held her gaze firmly. "I'm Jasper Morrison."

Imogen's demeanor turned colder. "I'm fully aware. It's written on the marriage certificate."

"I deceived you. My real name isn't Asher, and I'm not the guy Eloise arranged for you to meet," Jasper said.

"Why would you pretend to be the guy Aunt Eloise set me up with?" Imogen demanded, her voice laced with anger.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Jasper felt a surge of unease. He extended his hand, wanting to reach for Imogen's hand to explain himself.

Yet, Imogen cautiously stepped back, swiftly tucking her hands behind her, and eyeing his hand warily.

Jasper's hand hung in the air, pausing momentarily before slowly balling into a fist and then dropping to his side. He sighed softly. "To you, we're both strangers. What's the difference between marrying him and marrying me?"

"Quite a lot," Imogen asserted. "Asher is the man Aunt Eloise picked out for me. I trust her judgment. She wouldn't introduce him unless he were a good man. But you? Why did you pretend to be my blind date and rush into marriage with me?"

"After all we've been through, don't you think I'm a good man?" Jasper asked.

"That's beside the point." Imogen couldn't understand his intentions. She continued, "You're quite good-looking and tall. Finding a girlfriend would be easy with your looks. So, why rush into marrying someone like me, whom you barely know?"

"Because I have feelings for you," Jasper replied without hesitation.

Imogen was at a loss for words. She shook her head, furrowing her brow. "I don't buy into love at first sight and marrying someone the very next day, unless the man's completely unappealing and desperate to settle down. I find it hard to believe, especially considering it's you."

"We've known each other for a long time," Jasper replied.

Imogen was taken aback.

Jasper gestured toward the couch in the living room. "Take a seat outside. I have something to show you that will clarify everything."

With that, he walked into his bedroom. After a momentary pause, Imogen's curiosity got the best of her, and she moved to the living room, settling onto the couch.

A few moments later, Jasper returned from his bedroom, holding an envelope.

He sat next to Imogen, who instinctively edged a little farther away from him. He glanced at her, a touch of sadness flickering in his eyes. He sighed softly and handed her the envelope.

Curious, Imogen took it and unfolded it. Inside were several photographs. She pulled out the photos, set the envelope aside, and scrutinized each photo.

The photos dated back to her middle school years Back then, she looked youthful, radiant, and charmingly innocent, smiling brightly. The photos were all group shots, featuring classmates or large gatherings of people.

After examining the photos, Imogen said, "These are all from my middle school days. How did you get hold of them?"

"I received them from the teacher who took these photos back then," Jasper replied.

Imogen's eyes widened in disbelief. "You were at my middle school?"

Jasper gave a small smile and nodded.

Imogen felt incredulous as she looked through the photos again, searching for Jasper's face. "But how were you at my middle school? My dad was still stationed on the frontier, so my mom and I lived there back then. My middle school was out on the frontier."