The Wrong Woman

Chapter 1032

Imogen retreated to her room and locked the door. Without hesitation, she booted up her computer and started searching the inte 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 you earlier. Ash's father passed away, so he couldn't make it to your date. He asked me to let you know, but in all the rush to attend the funeral, it slipped my mind." Instantly, Imogen felt unsettled. Panic surged through her as she anxiously glanced at the door. Was the man here not the same person Eloise had introduced to her?

Eloise continued, "Imogen, please don't blame Ash for not showing up. His father's passing has really affected him, and he's having a hard time right now. Can we delay the blind date for a bit? Would that be alright with you?"

Imogen felt a knot in her stomach. She gulped, her hands trembling as she asked in a shaky voice, "Aunt Eloise, is the Ash you introduced me to still in our hometown?"

"Yes, he's still around. What's the matter?"

Imogen gulped again, feeling a prickling unease crawl over her scalp. Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door, causing Imogen to startle. She turned nervously to glance at it again.

"Imogen, are you asleep?" Jasper's gentle voice came from the other side.

In a hushed tone, Imogen spoke into her phone, "Aunt Eloise, I need to go now. I'll catch up with you later."

"Alright. Bye."

Imogen set her phone down, feeling

her hands grow clammy with

l.n

nervousness. Taking a deep breath she gathered her courage and walked toward the door. Yet, ske hesitated before the door, her hand

gripping the handle.

Jasper knocked again. "Imogen?"

Clearing her throat, Imogen responded, "I'm not feeling well tonight."

"What's going on?" Jasper asked, concern evident in his voice. "Where are you feeling discomfort? Let me check on you, alright?"

"I just want to sleep," Imogen replied.

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Her heart was conflicted as Jasper appeared oddly familiar and strange at once. Confusion and fear tightened their grip on her as she struggled to grasp his true identity. The feeling of deception was difficult to bear.

After a prolonged silence, Jasper asked in a deep, somber voice, "Did I upset you somehow?"

Imogen remained silent.

"Please let me know if something's bothering you. Don't shut me out," Jasper added.

"I didn't," Imogen replied curtly.

"Could you at least open the door, please? respect your decision. If you don't want me to touch you, I understand. But I really hope we can talk and work things out

face-to-face," Jasper urged

Imogen lowered her head, a heaviness settling in her heart. "Please, I just need some peace."

Jasper heard the reluctance in her voice and asked, dismayed, "What did I do wrong?"

At the next moment, Imogen swung the door wide open. Her eyes were red, and she leveled a furious stare at Jasper, holding back her anger as she asked each word carefully, "Who are you, really?"