The summer heat in Phoenicia was scorching, leaving the streets almost deserted. A figure dressed in a giant frog costume hurried to the café entrance. She set down her pile of little frogs in a corner and removed her heavy frog head, revealing her sweat-drenched but beautiful features. Glazing up at the signboard, she blinked and anxiously muttered, "This must be the place." Hugging the frog's head, she walked in and looked around. There was only one young man in the entire café. From a distance, he appeared strikingly handsome with an air of elegance and sophistication. "The quality of this setup was high," she thought. No wonder her mother warned her not to come back home if she still couldn't get married this time. Breathless, she walked over, sat down in front of the man, and apologized politely, "I'm sorry, I was chased by the city officials because of my job. I got lost and ended up being half an hour late. I'm so sorry." At the sound of her voice, Jasper looked
When Imogen stepped out of the alley, she saw Jasper holding her frog head, looking around as if earnestly searching for her. As soon as he turned and their eyes met, he walked over briskly. With a furrowed brow, Jasper asked, "How much did those little frogs cost?" "About 50 dollars," Imogen replied. He seemed incredulous and shocked. "You chased an old lady down two streets over 50 dollars?" Imogen's face darkened in annoyance. "Is it just about the money?" "If it's not about the money, then what's the problem?" he countered. Imogen huffed, realizing that good looks didn't necessarily mean good sense. This small disagreement already revealed their clashing values. Forcing a polite smile, she explained, "Yes, it's about the money. Those 50 dollars are worth a two-day meal for me. I woke up early in the morning, ran to the wholesale market, and hauled back those little frogs. "I inflated each one myself, hoping they'd sell well. I protected them while running away from
Imogen couldn't help but smile, her eyes twinkling with happiness. After so many blind dates with countless men, they always found something to criticize about Imogen—her family's poverty, her education level, or her personality. It seemed they could always find a flaw. This was the first time Imogen met someone who genuinely appreciated her, and it didn't hurt that he was handsome too. Although Asher's family wasn't wealthy either, they were well-matched. Neither could look down on the other. Moreover, Aunt Eloise, who had married into his hometown, vouched for him, praising his honesty, capability, and good character. He seemed like perfect husband material. Blushing slightly, Imogen's voice softened. "I’m quite satisfied with you too. How about we get our marriage license?" Jasper was taken aback. "A marriage license? We've just met. Shouldn't we get to know each other first?" Imogen shrugged. "It's all about living together. We can make do, and the days will pass."
When Imogen saw Jasper's approaching car, she froze in shock and hesitated, uncertain about getting in. Jasper courteously opened the door for her, a puzzled expression on his face. "What's wrong?" "This car must be worth a fortune, right? If something happens to it, we can't afford the repairs," Imogen fretted anxiously. Jasper was about to reassure her, but after some consideration, he replied, "It's fine. Just be careful." Imogen nodded earnestly and settled into the car. During the drive, she provided Jasper with the address. An hour later, they parked in front of a dilapidated building in the old city quarter. Imogen stepped out and waved at Jasper. "You should head back now. I'll see you at the city hall tomorrow." Jasper leaned out of the car, returning her wave as he watched Imogen walk away. His gaze lingered on the dilapidated building ahead, a sense of melancholy settling within him. Imogen climbed up to the eighth floor, her breath heavy and labored. Exhaustio
Imogen logged into her laptop, accessing the backend of her online store to review the completed orders. There were none. However, there were numerous unanswered inquiries. She diligently responded to each one and after waiting for a moment, there were no new customers, no orders rolled in, and the inquiries dried up. Switching to another interface, Imogen confronted lines of densely packed code and data structures for unmanned rockets. Troubled, she rested her head on her hand, lost in thought for a while before finally starting to type, coding away. Two hours passed in intense concentration on her coding, followed by three more after dinner. Later that night, she completed her work and sent it out. After five hours of relentless effort, she earned three thousand dollars. Imogen, who did not have a formal education, was often undervalued by others despite her talent. Sometimes, it brought her close to tears. Closing her laptop, Imogen stretched as she headed to the bathroom.
Having finally parked the car, Jasper and Imogen immediately noticed a crowd gathered ahead, drawn by the spectacle of two women in a heated argument. Upon hearing the commotion, Imogen hurriedly rushed over. "Imogen..." Jasper was bewildered, following quickly behind. Pushing through the crowd, Imogen spotted her mother, Carol Pembroke, engaged in a fierce dispute with her aunt, Thelma McCoy. Carol's eyes were brimming with tears, a mix of grievance and anger evident as she pointed and accused, "You shameless thing! Give the family homestead back!" Thelma, whose features were contorted in malice, retorted sharply, "You're the shameless one! Your whole family is! "You deserve Gregory's disability, Imogen's failure to enter college, your poverty, your destitution, and your finger being chopped off! You're just too shameless, and even heaven doesn't want your family to live well." "You're so cruel! Karma will catch up with you," Carol cried, her anger palpable and resolute.
Carol was utterly taken aback, her tears suddenly ceasing. "He's your husband?" she exclaimed. The man's striking good looks were undeniable.His extraordinary appearance and charisma made him stand out in a crowd. It was almost surreal to think he was Imogen's husband.Gregory, too, was momentarily stunned, and his surprise evident in his expression. Quickly composing himself, he said, "Ash, please come in and have a seat.""Thank you," Jasper replied, placing his suitcase down before settling into a chair. As he took in the shabby interior of the house, a sense of unease crept over him.With a swift effort to regain her composure, Carol brushed away her tears and hurried off to brew some coffee. As Jasper settled into his seat, Gregory's scrutiny intensified, his gaze holding a mysterious depth.Jasper's palms grew clammy, his back stiffening as he felt the weight of Gregory's stare. His eyes flitted around nervously, unable to settle on a reassuring focal point.Under Gregory'
Imogen and her parents exchanged glances before their faces lit up with genuine smiles of appreciation."Thank you. I absolutely love it," Carol said sincerely."We're a bit worried about the cost. You really didn't need to," Gregory added, acknowledging Jasper's generosity."I'm genuinely thrilled with mine as well," Imogen chimed in with a gentle smile, seeking to reassure Jasper.After all, everyone understood his family's financial hardships. With his father battling cancer and his mother's passing, making a living in Phoenicia was a challenge.Imogen couldn't shake the memory of how Jasper had emptied his wallet and given her all the cash he had during their last encounter. Even if his gifts turned out to be counterfeit, they still represented his sincere sentiments.Handing her ruby jewelry to Carol, Imogen suggested, "You two go ahead and catch up. I'll prepare dinner."Jasper quickly stood up, eager to offer his help. However, his words got stuck in his throat, rendering