Scarlett’s POV
I barely made it down the grand staircase when I saw Jasper standing in the sitting room, phone pressed against his ear, his jaw tight with anger.
His gaze snapped to mine the moment he saw me.
There was something wild in his eyes, something fierce.
For a second, my breath caught in my throat.
Was he angry at me?
Was he disgusted now too?
But then, without a word, he ended the call and crossed the room toward me.
His movements were controlled, purposeful, but his fists were clenched by his sides.
“Come with me,” he said, voice low but dangerous.
I hesitated. “Jasper…”
“Now, Scarlett,” he growled, and I flinched.
He stormed past me, and like a fool, I followed, heart hammering against my ribs.
Where were we going?
What was he going to do?
He led me to his study
