Jasper felt flustered and hastily attempted to deflect. "I could tell something was bothering you, and I figured it might have been related to the interview."Imogen wasn't convinced by his explanation, which seemed full of holes. She questioned, "Maybe I'm just in a bad mood from a botched interview. How do you know I didn't even attend?"Jasper fell silent, leaving Imogen staring at him, clearly baffled. He quickly shifted gears, making his way to the kitchen. "You haven't eaten dinner yet, have you? Let me whip something up for you.""Jay," Imogen called after him.Jasper remained focused on cooking. "What are you in the mood for? Maybe some beef?""Are you really not going to explain?""I was just guessing."Imogen let out a deep sigh, unsure of how to respond.Jasper avoided addressing the question by spending the entire evening holed up in his study, deeply immersed in work, and retiring to bed late into the night.…The next morning, Imogen arrived at Star Enterprise's
Gerald was startled. He turned abruptly, his expression alarmed as he looked at Imogen. Imogen felt uneasy under his scrutiny. She wondered what Skylar had said to Gerald to cause such a strange reaction.Just moments ago, Gerald had worn a grim expression and a visibly annoyed attitude. However, upon hearing Skylar's words, he swiftly switched to a smiling face. His round, big face lit up with a broad smile, a sharp contrast to his earlier demeanor.Gerald approached Imogen in a gentle and humble manner, speaking in a friendly tone, "You're Imogen, right?"Imogen hurriedly nodded in response. "Yes, Mr. Levingston."Gerald smiled warmly and said politely, "Please, call me Gerald. Everyone does.""Of course, Gerald," Imogen responded respectfully.Apart from his skills, Gerald earned the role of R&D director for his sharp insights. He guided Imogen to her workstation, set up a new computer for her, provided fresh office materials, and warmly introduced her to everyone.Where he h
Zoey's jaw dropped and her eyes widened at Imogen's words. She exclaimed, "What? Y-You got hired at Star Enterprise?"Imogen nodded.Zoey scoffed incredulously, "Seriously? What credentials did you use to land a job there? Are you doing janitorial work or scrubbing toilets?"Imogen hadn't expected Zoey to mock her after she had sincerely shared the news. Imogen swallowed her frustration and issued a final warning. "You don't have to concern yourself with my position. I suggest you focus on reverting to your name. Stop appropriating mine for your work.""Did they actually hire you?" Zoey asked, her displeasure evident. It was clear she harbored doubts.Imogen flashed her ID badge. Zoey couldn't make out the department, but seeing the familiar badge unsettled her. She quickly pulled Imogen into a secluded corner and hissed, "You can't be here at Star Enterprise. We can't work together. It'll ruin everything for me."Smirking disdainfully, Imogen snapped, "You ruined me years ago. H
Imogen spotted a taxi and waved energetically. It pulled over, and she wasted no time hopping in, gesturing toward the luxury vehicle ahead and urging, "Follow that car."The driver accelerated to narrow the gap.Imogen felt somewhat puzzled by her actions. That person simply bore a striking resemblance to Jasper, and she found herself surprisingly concerned about it.The taxi followed the luxury car for quite a distance. After about half an hour, the luxury car turned into a grand estate. Pulling up beside the entrance, the driver turned to Imogen. "Miss, they've gone inside. We couldn't keep up." Imogen rolled down the window, gazing at the imposing estate before her. Curiously, she asked, "Do you happen to know whose estate is this?"The driver grinned goofily. "Oh, I sure do. This is Hoffis Manor, owned by the richest man in Norvania. It's massive inside, bigger than two golf courses combined.""The home of Norvania's richest man?" Imogen was shocked, utterly bewildered. Aft
Jasper couldn't help but smile as he carefully set his jacket down and walked over to lift Imogen into his arms. Imogen let out a surprised gasp and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. Her heart raced, cheeks turning pink as a wave of warmth washed over her.He carried her into the house and settled on the couch, seating her on his lap. Their proximity pressed them close. A lingering air of romantic uncertainty enveloped them. Imogen felt a blush spread across her cheeks.Jasper's voice was husky and tender as he asked, "Have you had dinner?"Although Imogen hadn't eaten yet, she nodded. "Yes, I have."Jasper tucked a strand of her long hair behind her ear. He looked deeply into her flushed and lovely face, his Adam's apple bobbing. "You still haven't told me where you've been.""I interviewed successfully and started a new job. I was so thrilled that I went to visit my parents," Imogen replied.Jasper smiled warmly, his hands cradling her face gently. His voice car
Imogen retreated to her room and locked the door. Without hesitation, she booted up her computer and started searching the internet for "Jasper Morrison".The results flooded in with numerous headlines, though most were disappointingly uninformative. Yet, one title caught her attention. With a swift click, she plunged into the article and absorbed its content eagerly.After reading the information, she was completely taken aback. It turned out that the CEO of Star Enterprise went by the name Jasper Morrison. Strangely, there was hardly any online coverage of the company's CEO, not even a single photograph.Imogen's unease deepened with each passing moment. She swiftly grabbed her phone and dialed Eloise's number.After a few rings, Eloise answered. She held the phone to her ear and greeted, "Hey, Imogen!""Aunt Eloise, I need to talk to you about Ash. He—"Imogen's words faltered as Eloise interrupted apologetically. "Imogen, I'm so sorry. I'm so scatterbrained. I forgot to tell
Jasper felt his heart sink as he stood there, rooted to the spot, his intense gaze meeting Imogen's eyes blazing with anger. Momentarily speechless, he slipped his hands into his sweatpants pockets, lowered his head, and sighed. Imogen suppressed her frustration, studying him cautiously before calmly asking, "Are you still searching for the right words, or do you plan to continue deceiving me?"Jasper lifted his head and held her gaze firmly. "I'm Jasper Morrison."Imogen's demeanor turned colder. "I'm fully aware. It's written on the marriage certificate.""I deceived you. My real name isn't Asher, and I'm not the guy Eloise arranged for you to meet," Jasper said."Why would you pretend to be the guy Aunt Eloise set me up with?" Imogen demanded, her voice laced with anger.Jasper felt a surge of unease. He extended his hand, wanting to reach for Imogen's hand to explain himself. Yet, Imogen cautiously stepped back, swiftly tucking her hands behind her, and eyeing his hand war
"Before high school, I grew up and went to school out on the frontier," Jasper said."So, which one are you in the middle school photos?" Imogen asked, carefully studying the few snapshots of several people."Check out the group photos. Besides those, there aren't any solo shots of us together," Jasper responded with a hint of disappointment.Imogen froze, staring at Jasper in disbelief. Anxiety churned in her chest and a sense of impending dread swept over her. She swallowed hard, her voice slightly quivering as she asked, "Was it that I didn't want to take photos with you? Or did we just never get the chance?""It was that you didn't want to," Jasper replied.Imogen fell silent, her heart pounding erratically. She was gripped tightly by a wave of panic. She had always been known for her approachability and friendliness, so turning down a schoolmate's invitation for a photo felt oddly out of character.Unless… it was him!Her breath caught as she cautiously asked, "Is your last