Jason's POV
I wasn't sure whether Mr. Kingsley showing up was a blessing or a curse. On one hand, it made Ella sit down and eat the breakfast she'd adamantly refused to touch earlier just because I was the one who cooked it. Watching her begrudgingly take a bite of the pancakes—then finish them—felt like a small victory.
On the other hand, the way her eyes kept darting toward me had me sweating bullets. Every time she glanced my way, I felt like I was one wrong move away from my funeral. Why? Because I was terrified she'd tell her father about the stupid bet.
If she told him… well, let's just say I wouldn't be walking out of this villa alive. Mr. Kingsley was the kind of man who'd ensure my disappearance would look like an accident, and I wouldn't blame him.