The Wrong Woman

Jasper's words unsettled Imogen.

After a brief hesitation, Imogen asked, "Aren't you concerned they might accuse you of deceiving them? And what about Aunt Eloise? She's fond of Asher and has always wanted me to marry him." Jasper responded calmly, "We'll have to face it eventually."

"Okay," Imogen agreed.

That night, Jasper was too excited to sleep. He kept talking, sharing words that seemed endless.

It wasn't until after Imogen fell asleep that he finally drifted off himself.

The next morning, Imogen woke up first, still cradled in Jasper's embrace.

Throughout the night, Jasper had held her tightly.

Imogen, mindful of potential side leaks, didn't dare move much, and now she felt her waist stiffening.

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At that moment, the phone rang twice. Located right by the pillow, Imogen found the sound somewhat jarring, hence she reached over to fetch it.

The phone rang twice more.

Intrigued, Imogen glanced at the illuminated screen.

There was a message displayed. Even though it flashed briefly and disappeared, she managed to catch those few words.

It was a message from Yulia Gibson. "I feel so sad. Can you come over and keep me company?"

Imogen's heart sank, a heavy ache as if falling into an abyss of uncertainty. She placed the phone on the bedside table, her morning mood dampened by the message. Slipping on her slippers, Imogen wearily walked into the bathroom.

Never before had her mood been disrupted by her menstrual cycle, but this time, her emotions caused a ripple of discomfort during her period.

Seated on the toilet, thoughts of the woman's message to Jasper intensified her discomfort, a faint ache echoing in her lower abdomen.

After freshening up and changing her clothes in the bathroom, Imogen exited and approached the vanity.

Just then, Jasper, still half-asleep, rose from bed. With a lazy, relaxed demeanor, he pulled Imogen into an embrace.

Imogen managed a strained smile. "Did I wake you?"

Jasper's spirits lifted. Holding Imogen close, he gently stroked her long hair, as if comforting a well-behaved kitten. He murmured, "No, just couldn't sense your warmth, so I woke up."

"Do you want to sleep a little longer?"

"I don't want to sleep anymore if you're not with me," he answered.

Imogen then inquired, "What time are we heading to my parents' house today?"

"After breakfast."

Pushing lightly on his chest, she instructed, "Go wash up."

Jasper lowered his head, bringing his face close to Imogen's. "Give me a kiss."

Imogen was taken aback by his sudden request.

Jasper's voice turned tender and playful as he held her waist, his head still lowered. "I want you to initiate a kiss, please..."

Was this what he meant by initiating a kiss? Imogen smiled helplessly. It was clear he was the one who wanted this.

Imogen tiptoed and lightly kissed his slightly stubbled jaw.

Jasper closed his eyes contentedly, pulling her into a tight embrace once more. "Imogen, you're so sweet!"

Yet Imogen couldn't shake off the unease stirred by the message from Yulia. Happiness eluded her.

She nudged Jasper toward the bathroom. "Go wash up quickly. Let's finish breakfast and head home early."

Jasper's smile of happiness grew brighter as he muttered, "Alright, I'll do as you say."

As Imogen pushed him into the

bathroom, her smile faded instantly. She turned back to glance at Jasper's phone lying on the bedside table.