The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie novel Chapter 1045

Imogen woke in Jasper's arms the next morning.

As she opened her eyes, she was greeted by his handsome face. His features were sharp and captivating, and the dark stubble on his jaw added to his rugged charm.

Imogen swallowed nervously and raised her hand to gently touch his chin. With her heart fluttering and breath quickening, she bit her lip unconsciously.

The warmth of his face and the roughness of the stubble felt so real.

When she first saw Jasper, she impulsively agreed to a flash marriage mainly because she was captivated by his looks.

As they spent more time together, she thought she had struck gold with a wonderful husband. Little did she know Jasper was indeed a treasure far beyond reach for a woman like her.

Suddenly, Jasper's dreamy eyes opened and met hers.

Startled, Imogen quickly pulled her hand back, avoiding his gaze and moving away.

Jasper reached out and pulled her back, whispering, "Were you touching me?"

Imogen lowered her eyes, unable to meet his gaze.

Jasper sighed softly and, with his head against her hair and his eyes closed, he said in a gentle tone, "Get some more sleep. I'll make you breakfast. What would you like?"

Flustered, Imogen replied, "No, you don't have to do that. I can make my own breakfast."

Jasper frowned slightly but his tone remained tender. "Imogen, I'm your husband, not your boss or anyone remarkable that you need to be nervous around."

Imogen responded, "But you are my boss."

"We're at home now," Jasper sighed helplessly, a hint of bitterness in his smile. He murmured near her neck, "You're the princess I want to spoil."

Imogen felt a pang of guilt. He was a wealthy man unaccustomed to doing housework. Now, after their marriage, he was juggling work and cooking for her.

"You should go back to how things were. You don't have to accommodate me," she said. Her heart ached for him. She wanted to help, but he wouldn't let her, and this wasn't sustainable.

Jasper was a busy CEO with important matters to attend to, and he had never done housework since childhood. Yet here he was, doing all this for her. Imogen felt deeply apologetic.

Jasper smiled warmly. "Whatever you say." With that, he got up to wash up. Soon after, he headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Imogen got up too and went to the bathroom. As soon as she entered, she found her toothbrush with toothpaste already on it and a cup filled with water.

Even in the smallest details, Jasper's thoughtfulness shone through.

In just two months, Jasper had learned her preferences, knowing exactly what she liked to eat and always preparing her favorite dishes.