The Wrong Woman

Chapter 1005

Jasper's overwhelming presence loomed large over Ethan.

Ethan couldn't help but falter in response to Jasper's imposing demeanor.

Imogen picked up on Ethan's tension and anxiety. Trying to diffuse the tension, she said, "It was just a minor disagreement, nothing serious." Jasper frowned, his expression darkening further.

Imogen nervously swallowed as she glanced at Ethan. "Weren't you supposed to be bringing breakfast home to Scarlett?"

Ethan nodded hurriedly. "Yes, that's right. I should get going."

With those words, he turned and hurried away.

Jasper let out a cold scoff as he watched Ethan leave, his frustration mounting. He felt as though he was on the brink of losing his sanity.

In their childhood, Imogen felt no affection for Jasper. Now, as adults, her heart belonged to someone else.

Jasper couldn't understand why he kept subjecting himself to such anguish.

Why did he ever have to meet her?

Just then, Imogen cautiously approached Jasper, asking, "Are you angry?"

Jasper shook his head. After all, his frustration was with himself rather than with Imogen.

"Did he start it, or was it the other way around?" Jasper asked.

"It wasn't me," Imogen replied promptly.

"So, he was bothering you," Jasper's voice turned cold and solemn.

Imogen lowered her gaze.

Jasper took a deep breath, silencing his inner turmoil. He gently clasped her hand, escorting her back home.

As they walked together, Imogen furrowed her brow in confusion. "Jay, why are we going home? I was just heading out to look for a job." "Let's pause the job search for now. We need to go home and pack our bags."

"What? Why?"

"We're moving."

"Where are we going to live?"

"My friend has gone abroad and won't be back for ten years. He's asked me to move in and look after his house," Jasper explained.

Imogen paused, taken aback by the unexpected turn of events.

Could there really be such a stroke of luck in this world?

"Do we have to pay rent?" Imogen asked.

"Nope," Jasper replied, gently taking her hand as they went up the stairs together.

Imogen walked quietly beside Jasper. Watching his tight grip on her hand, she couldn't help but feel reassured and comforted by his touch.

However, she also detected an underlying tension in him, almost as if he feared she would disappear if he were to let go.

After a thoughtful pause, Imogen felt compelled to clear the air.

"Jay, there's nothing romantic between Ethan and me. We were good friends in the past, and now we're barely acquaintances." Jasper responded calmly, "Okay, I trust you."

Upon returning home, he updated

Carol and Gregory on the situation. Despite his wish to have them move in together, they both declined his offer.

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As a result, Jasper and Imogen had to move out on their own.

Once Imogen had finished packing her bags, she joined Jasper in his sleek luxury car.

During the drive, doubts began to emerge in Imogen's mind.

Why was it the same luxury car again? And why was the driver the same as last time?

Weren't these types of high-end vehicles typically reserved for the wealthy elite?

Did Jasper really need to use such an expensive car for work a second time?

Soon, the vehicle was on its way to the city center.

At first, Imogen assumed they were heading toward an ordinary

apartment. But to her astonishment, they arrived at a prestigious villa district, winding along garden pathways.

As they pulled up to the entrance of a majestic villa, Imogen was struck speechless.

Stepping out of the car, she was

immediately captivated by the lavish

surroundings, feeling as though she

had stepped into a scene from a movie.

Imogen remained rooted in place, utterly awed by the breathtaking sight before her.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Jasper followed suit, stepping out of the car to join her. Meanwhile, the driver hurriedly began unloading their luggage.

Imogen turned to Jasper, her surprise evident in her voice. "Jay, are we staying here?"

Jasper simply nodded in response. He was determined to keep Imogen away from Ethan, even if it meant risking his true identity being revealed.