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.” His breath tickled Imogen’s neck, making her body tense and causing her to shrink back nervously.
Jasper’s words touched her deeply, leaving her unsure of how to respond.
Reluctantly, he kissed her cheek and got out of bed. He tucked the covers around her and kissed her forehead gently, his eyes filled with warmth. “Sleep a bit longer. I’ll call you when breakfast is ready.”
Imogen tried to get up. “Let me cook,” she offered.
Jasper gently pressed her back down, his tone more serious. “My wife doesn’t need to do housework.”
Feeling guilty, Imogen hesitated before asking, “Before I moved in, did you have many maids here?” Jasper paused for a moment before nodding.
“And this villa belongs to you, right?”
Jasper patted her head. “Yeah. I had the maids leave so you wouldn’t get suspicious of me.”
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. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
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.
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