A black limo rolled to a smooth stop in front of the hospital entrance, its dark body gleaming under the lights. One by one, a line of cars followed behind it, engines cutting off in near-perfect silence as if the entire street had been commanded to obey it.
Sophia looked out the window and let out a quiet sigh.
"Are you sure you want to work?" Jasper asked, placing his hand over hers.
Sophia nodded. "I need to clear my head. I can't stay at home," she replied.
"You can stay with me—"
"I do not want to stay with you. I said I can't stay at home for now. By evening I will be fine," Sophia cut in.
Jasper's eyes dimmed slightly. "Fine. I'll pick you up," he said.
"No need. Maya will take me home. I will hire a bodyguard—"
"You don't have to, I can give you one—"
"No, I don't need one. I will hire my own. I don't need your help," Sophia said firmly.
Jasper's expression darkened with quiet disappointment, his silver eyes carrying a trace of pain.
"I—"
"I should go," Sophia interrupted, reaching for the door, but Jasper grabbed her hand.
"Hey… I will make sure I protect you with my life. Nothing is going to happen to you," he said, looking into her eyes.
Sophia gently pulled her hand free.
"Thank you for the ride. Goodbye, Mr. Reynolds," she said, shutting the door behind her and walking away.
Jasper let out a frustrated breath and leaned his head back against the seat.
"FUCK," he shouted, striking the armrest.
"What should we do now, sir?" Mike asked from the driver's seat.
Jasper frowned, his fist tightening. "Find the bastard who dared to hurt what's mine," he said in a dangerous voice, his eyes burning with anger.