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Chapter 1051

    Chapter 1051


    M walked out hastily, joyfully weing 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 M in a warm embrace and kissed her lips.


    "Surprised to see me?" he said tenderly.


    "Yeah, I thought you weren''ting home today," M 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.


    M 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?"


    M hummed in response and handed him his slippers. "Change your shoes ande. I''ll introduce you to a friend."


    "Your friend?" Nathan asked as he changed his shoes.


    "Yes. She''s much younger than me, a junior who helped solve a rocket program issue for the space agency. She''s incredibly talented."


    M had always admired knowledgeable people, respecting talent regardless of age or nationality.


    With his slippers on, Nathan walked into the living room with M''s arm around his. M beamed, "Imogen, let me introduce my husband, Nathan..." She paused, her words hanging in the air.


    Imogen looked up at Nathan, a tall, imposing figure who exuded a captivating blend of handsomeness, elegance, and maturity. He was the kind of man whose striking presence left asting impression, impossible to forget after just one encounter.


    Nathan''s powerful presence made her nervous. Moreover, he bore a striking resemnce to Jasper, though his gaze was even more intense andmanding.


    Imogen waited for M to initiate the conversation.


    M smiled. "Meet Mr. Morrison."


    "Hello, Mr. Morrison," Imogen greeted politely with a nod.


    M pointed to Imogen and said, "This is Imogen."


    Nathan smiled warmly and extended his hand. "Nice to meet you, Imogen."


    Imogen, slightly nervous, quickly grasped his hand with both of hers. "Nice to meet you too."


    She appeared polite yet reserved. Nathan, on the other hand, was gracious and forthright. After the handshake, he sat and said, "Please, have a seat."


    Imogen followed suit, sitting down nervously. Unsure of what to say she


    nervced at M awkwardly She


    felt a vague familiarity about Nathan but couldn''t quite ce it.


    She sat quietly, a hint of unease in her demeanor.


    Nathan, not particrly adept in


    conversing with younger women et


    turned his intense gaze to M and asked softly, "Is everything settled with the space agency?"


    "Not yet," M replied.


    "When will you be able toe back to theb with me?" Nathan grumbled.


    With a smile, M countered, "Is theb really that desperate for me?"


    Nathan leaned closer, whispering, "It''s me who needs you."


    M discreetly reached toward his waist and pinched hard.


    Nathan winced with his lips pursed but maintained hisposure.


    Turning to Imogen with a gentle smile, M said, "Imogen, don''t be so tense. Consider this your home."


    Imogen''s self-consciousness heightened. She smiled politely and nodded.


    Hearing M''s words, Nathan looked at her in surprise. He leaned closer and inquired in a whisper. "Are you matchmaking for Jasper?" M subtly shook her head.Text ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    Nathan, who hadn''t looked closely before, took another good look at Imogen. She was indeed elegant and poised, a beauty who likely appealed to Jasper. Given M''s approval, she must be very talented.


    Just as Nathan was starting to misinterpret the situation, M leaned in and whispered, "She''s married."
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