Jasper’s POV.
I stayed indoors for the rest of the weekend, making sure my contact with Keira fell to the barest minimum. The house staff brought my food to me in the room so our dinners and tea time talk were not a possibility.
I looked forward to the new week because of a lot of things. I was going to resume my physiotherapy sessions and close a couple of deals to make up for the funds lost in the time I was away. I stayed in late the morning of Monday. Not too late because I had to go to work. But late enough so I could meet my mother at her house before going to work. She’d never been one to rise early. So I was sitting in her living room, drumming my fingers idly against the armrest of my wheelchair.
“We finally get to meet, stranger,” my mum teased with a smile.
“Good morning, mu
