Jason POV:
Even though I felt like absolute shit thanks to this stupid hangover, it didn't mean I was blind.
Yeah, and that disgusting concoction Ella had forced me to drink earlier?
Didn't do a damn thing.
I still felt like death warmed over.
But even in my miserable, post-whiskey state, I could see what was happening—Jake's little game.
That bastard was getting too close to my wife.
Too friendly.
Too charming.
Too smug.
And Ella?
The ignorant, oblivious woman had no clue.
From where I was seated, any wrong camera angle would make it look like they were flirting—or worse.
And considering the swarm of paparazzi buzzing around, the last thing she needed was a media scandal.
So, despite feeling like I'd been hit by a truck, I forced myself up from my seat, swallowed down my headache, and marched over to them like a man on a mission.
I didn't hesitate.
I didn't wait.
I just grabbed Ella by the waist, pulling her against me like she was mine.
