Chapter 35

Hardin's POV

It was hard to not hit the steering wheel of my car with my fist in anger as I drove back to the mansion.

To be very honest, it was not hard. It was just that Jasmine was sitting so still in the car, trying to stop herself from shaking even though she was failing horribly at it and I understood that anything could scare her into crying because she looked like she was an inch away from breaking into tears.

And I swallowed the growl that was making it's way up my throat and continued driving down to the mansion.

But as I parked in...