Two hours later, police arrived at our estate. They'd picked up Clarissa for trespassing on private property. She hadn't resisted. Had gone quietly. Now she was being held at the local police station for questioning. "I want to talk to her," I said. We were still in the library. Jasper had been on the phone with his security team. With the police. Coordinating. He looked at me. "That's not a good idea." "I need to face her. Tell her to leave me alone." "Eleanor—" "I'm going. With or without your approval." His jaw clenched. "Then I'm coming with you." "No. I need to do this alone." "Absolutely not." "Jasper, she's at a police station. With officers. I'll be safe." "She's obsessed. Unstable. I'm not letting you face her alone." I could see the fear in his eyes. The desperation. "Fine," I said. "You can come. But you wait outside. I talk to her alone." "Eleanor—" "That's the deal. Take it or I go without telling you." He stared at me. Then nodded reluctantly. "Fine. Bu
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