No matter how influential Zoey's parents were, they couldn't compare to Jasper's. It seemed only he could have resolved the issue. "Thank you, Jasper," Imogen said.Jasper gave a bittersweet smile and replied gently, "Don't mention it. It feels too formal for that." "Jasper, I want to—" Imogen started, but before she could finish, Jasper's expression darkened, and he interrupted her, "No, I won't agree." Imogen smiled helplessly. She hadn't even finished her sentence. Was he so afraid she'd mention divorce? "I wasn't done speaking," she said. "Anything but divorce, Imogen. I can give you anything else," Jasper responded. "I want to return to Norvania Aerospace Academy for an exchange program." Without hesitation, Jasper blurted, "You can attend the program, but you're not allowed to stay overnight at school." Imogen quickly nodded, her spirits lifted, and her smile grew brighter. Seeing her smiling sweetly at him, Jasper felt his heart flutter. He leaned in slowly,
Imogen could feel the changes in Jasper's body. His breath tickled the back of her neck, sending waves of heat through her, leaving her breathless. His large hands effortlessly found sensitive spots on her body, teasing her both intentionally and unintentionally. Imogen surrendered herself in his embrace. When it came to intimacy, he was adept without needing any guidance. Imogen's body tensed and subtly tightened. Jasper wrapped his arms around her slender waist and slowly pulled her closer. Imogen closed her eyes. Unsure of what to do, she allowed him to take the lead. "Imogen, is this okay for you?" he murmured huskily, his voice deep and seductive. With her eyes shut, Imogen nodded, her hands nervously gripping the blanket. With her consent, Jasper grew notably excited. He desired to explore more intimate positions with her, hoping to captivate her and earn her affection, even if it was solely for his prowess in this aspect. Their intimacy unfolded over an hour, rende
"Professor Winkler, there's another issue with the program and I wish to discuss it with you." "What's the issue?" "It's about the endurance—" Her words were cut short by Mila. "Imogen, why don't we meet in person to discuss it?" "Meet in person?" Imogen asked, surprised. "Well, it's the weekend. Are you busy today?" "No, not at all." "Great. I'll send a driver to pick you up. Just give me your address." Imogen felt ill at ease and quickly declined. "No need for the trouble. I'll take a taxi. Please send me your address, Professor Winkler." "Alright," Mila replied warmly. After hanging up, Mila sent Imogen the address. Imogen took a taxi and arrived half an hour later at a gated community of standalone villas. The driver remarked, "These villas are for important national figures. I can't go inside. You'll have to get off here." Imogen got out and looked at the tall, sturdy walls and the strict security at the gate. Inside the residential area lived national of
Mila glanced at the time and suggested, "Why not make it today? My son has the day off. I'll ask him to come over." Feeling awkward, Imogen quickly shook her head. "That's not necessary, Professor Winkler. You don't need to have him come over just for me." Being extremely fond of Imogen, Mila ignored her protests and made the call. Jasper's voice came through the line, "Mom, what's up?" "Are you off today? Do you have time to come over? I'd like to introduce you to a new friend." Jasper responded coolly, "I don't have time today. I'm at a gathering." "Are you still working on a weekend?" "Yeah." Annoyed, Mila protested, "Can you stop wasting all your time on work? It's the weekend. You should spare some time to mingle around with people." "Mom, I don't have time to go back..." "Fine, next time then." "Alright." Something suddenly came to her mind, and Mila inquired curiously, "By the way, there's news online about you and Oakley's granddaughter checking into a
Mila walked out hastily, joyfully welcoming Nathan home. Imogen stood quietly in the living room, watching the doorway. A strikingly handsome, authoritative middle-aged man entered, his gentle smile lighting up the room. Without changing his shoes, he wrapped Mila in a warm embrace and kissed her lips. "Surprised to see me?" he said tenderly. "Yeah, I thought you weren't coming home today," Mila replied with a smile, gently pushing him away. Nathan chuckled affectionately. "I wanted to surprise you." Then he pulled her close for a deeper kiss. Imogen lowered her head and looked away, feeling utterly awkward. Mila quickly pushed against his chest, whispering, "Nathan, stop. We have a guest." Nathan paused, curiosity lighting up his eyes as he looked toward the living room. "A guest?" Mila hummed in response and handed him his slippers. "Change your shoes and come. I'll introduce you to a friend." "Your friend?" Nathan asked as he changed his shoes. "Yes. She's much
Nathan sighed softly, his lips pursing as he lowered his head.Though he refrained from meddling in Jasper's love life, as a father, he couldn't shake off his concern. Noticing that dinner was ready, Mila walked over to Imogen's side after the maid's call and said warmly, "Imogen, let's have dinner." Imogen politely replied, "Sure. Thanks, Professor Winkler." At the dining table, Mila warmly encouraged Imogen to eat more. Imogen observed Nathan's reserved manner in speech but noticed how tenderly he looked at Mila, his eyes filled with affection. It reminded her of young couples in the bliss of new love, their eyes sparkling with adoration. Unable to contain her smile, Imogen remarked, "Professor Winkler, your relationship with Mr. Morrison is extremely lovely. It doesn't seem like you've been married for decades." Mila looked puzzled. "What should being married for decades look like?" Imogen thought of Gregory and Carol. "It's usually about contempt out of familiarity,
Mila nodded. "Yes." With Mila's confirmation, Imogen informed Jasper, "I'm at Sudvilla, at Professor Winkler's place." Jasper asked, "Professor Winkler? Is it Mila Winkler?" Surprised, Imogen questioned, "You know her?" "Imogen, wait for me. I'm on my way," Jasper urgently instructed. Bewildered by his sudden urgency, Imogen hung up the phone in confusion. "Is that your husband?" Mila gently inquired. "Yes." Imogen nodded. "I heard you met through a blind date and had a whirlwind marriage?" Imogen hummed a response and nodded again. "How's your relationship?" Mila probed. "We weren't close before. After the whirlwind marriage, we started getting to know each other and our feelings were gradually warming up. "But I don't wish to continue anymore. I want a divorce…" Imogen's voice trailed off, her emotions sinking. Mila was taken aback by her revelation and asked empathetically, "Why? You've just gotten married. Why do you want a divorce already?" Imogen pr
Mila approached Jasper, her tone gentle yet tinged with puzzlement. "Didn't you say you were too busy to come back? It's so sudden. I thought you weren't coming back. "Come over here for a moment. I want to introduce you to someone." Jasper's emotions were tangled. He had never anticipated this scenario for their first meeting. He had been waiting for Imogen to accept him and reciprocate his feelings before formally informing his parents and family. The current situation was complex. Imogen herself was stunned. She had long known that Jasper's father was a general and his mother a renowned chemistry professor. However, she hadn't expected Jasper to be Mila's son and the dignified man to be Nathan Morrison, the defense general of Norvania. Imogen felt her palms growing clammy as she glanced shyly at Nathan and then at Mila.Mila gently positioned Jasper in front of Imogen, her smile warm as she introduced, "Imogen, let me introduce you. This is my son, Jasper Morrison."