The Wrong Woman

Chapter 1012

It was already noon when Imogen woke up.

The sweet dream she had about Jasper felt somewhat unreal. However, his voice still lingered in her memory, and the breakfast he had prepared was on the table.

She heated up the breakfast and ate it with satisfaction.

After eating, she carried her laptop to the study and continued working.

The work she was doing was highly challenging and crucial to the aerospace industry, so she was not allowed to make any mistakes.

When she focused on her work, she lost track of time.

By evening, Jasper had returned. He came home, changed his shoes, and gently pushed open the study door. He found Imogen was fully absorbed in her work.

Not wanting to disturb her, he quietly closed the door. Then, he took off his suit jacket, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and went to the kitchen to cook dinner.

Imogen was so engrossed in her work that she didn't notice the time until there was a knock on the door.

When she checked the time, it was 7:00 pm.

"Oh no!" Imogen exclaimed, realizing she had forgotten to make dinner for Jasper.

She rushed to open the study door and saw Jasper standing there. Feeling guilty and uneasy, she apologized, "I'm sorry, I forgot to make dinner. You rest for a while, I'll make it now."

As she spoke, she started heading toward the kitchen.

Before Jasper could say anything, she had already dashed off to the kitchen.

As she passed through the dining room, she noticed the table was set with steaming dishes. She froze in surprise.

Jasper approached her and said in a gentle tone, "Cooking isn't solely your responsibility. You don't need to apologize for this."

Imogen was astonished. She asked, "When did you make this?"

Jasper went to her side, took her hand, and led her to the table. As they went to the dining table, Jasper seated her down. He said, "I got home at 6:30 pm."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Jasper pursed his lips as he smiled

As he served her some meat

his fork, he explained, "You

busy, so I didn't want to w with et

"Thanks," Imogen replied. Looking at the meat he gave her, she smiled knowingly. Then, she started eating.

Jasper's cooking wasn't

extraordinary, but it was decent.

Clearly, he was new to it. Yet, a

a

long day at work, he had quietly prepared dinner.

Imogen felt she had married the

right person. Having seen many men refuse to do housework and act like bosses at home, she appreciated Jasper's efforts even more. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

She focused on eating, while Jasper kept adding food, ensuring she ate enough. The atmosphere at the table was quiet and cozy.

Suddenly, Jasper said, "Imogen, no staying up late tonight."

Imogen was stunned. She remembered the dream she had this morning and realized it wasn't a dream.

She nervously swallowed her food before murmuring, "Okay, I won't stay up late."

"And no bringing the laptop into the bedroom," Jasper added.

Imogen was shocked, so she blurted out, "That's not possible."

Jasper frowned. As he looked at her seriously, he asked, "Do you want to sleep with me?"

Imogen's face flushed. She quickly explained, "That's not what I meant."

"Work can be done during the day. You should be resting at night."

"But there's a tight deadline."

Jasper stared at her with a stern expression.

Imogen said haltingly, "I'll listen to you. No staying up late, no overworking and no bringing the laptop into the room." Jasper's expression softened, and he gave her a gentle smile. As he added more food to her plate, he said gently, "Good." That night, Jasper stayed on the sofa in the living room.

Several times, Imogen tried to sneak out to the study to get her laptop, but each time, Jasper caught her.