Lina's POV
I was pushing Adrian into Jasper's hospital room when I noticed he was on the phone.
The atmosphere shifted instantly—the air growing thick and tense.
Jasper ended the call, his gaze sweeping over my formal business suit with an intensity that made my skin prickle. His eyes lingered on my lips, still swollen and red from Adrian's claiming kiss in the car.
I felt exposed. Vulnerable.
Could he see it? Could he tell what we'd done just minutes ago?
My cheeks burned as I realized my neck probably bore Adrian's marks too—evidence of his possessiveness, his need to brand me as his before facing Jasper.
I instinctively stepped closer to Adrian's wheelchair.
My husband sat calmly, a thin blanket draped over his injured leg, but his expression was anything but w
