The moment I saw that guy, my brows furrowed instinctively. Naomi was sitting on the hospital bed, visibly surprised to see who had walked in. "Mr. Row? What are you doing here?" Kelsey Row was clearly pleased to be acknowledged. He hurried to her bedside, wore an expression of deep concern as he spoke, "Well, I heard you got hurt on set—something about a stunt gone wrong—and had to be hospitalized. I was worried, so I picked up some flowers and fruit and came straight over to see you." He leaned in closer, his voice dripping with faux sincerity. "Naomi, you need to take good care of yourself. It would break my heart if anything happened to you." As he spoke, he reached for her hand. Naomi, clearly uncomfortable, wriggled her hand free with a polite but stiff expression. Kelsey, unfazed, smiled again and reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a small velvet box. "Here," he said, opening it to reveal a sparkling necklace. "I know you aren't in good mood. Look at this; this is a little something I picked out for you—a handcrafted diamond necklace. I thought it might cheer you up. Do you like it?" Naomi stared at the necklace for a moment, her face showing zero enthusiasm. After a pause, she finally said, "Thank you, Mr. Row, that's very thoughtful, but I ... " I was already frowning. Because I knew this guy. Kelsey was the second son of a wealthy and influential family. A textbook rich playboy. We'd clashed before at a party. He got handsy with an actress. I'd stepped in and given him a taste of his own medicine. What I didn't expect was for him to be pestering Naomi. Worse, he'd even chased her down to the hospital. Naomi shot me a silent, desperate look. I stepped forward, placed a firm hand on Kelsey's shoulder, and said calmly, "Mr. Row, Naomi needs rest. This is a hospital, not the place for you to flirt with a girl. I suggest you leave before this turns into a scene." Kelsey turned partially toward me, giving me a once-over. He mocked, "Well, if it isn't Jasper. Funny how you always seem to pop up wherever I go." He scoffed. "And for the record, I'm here to visit Naomi. What's it to you? Are you her dad? Her boyfriend? Either way, it's none of your business. Mind your own business and walk away." I gave a low, dry chuckle and turned to my assistant just outside the door. "Nick, escort Mr. Row out. Not everyone's allowed in here. Maybe suggest he rinse out his mouth before coming back. If he refuses, call in the security. I'm sure they'd be happy to help.""You jerk!" Kelsey glared at me. He clenched his fists so tight his knuckles turned white, eyes blazing as if he was about to lose control, shift on the spot, and tear me to pieces. I didn't back down. Instead, I let my aura rise—a quiet pressure that filled the room. I locked eyes with him, unflinching. He could glare all he wanted. A spoiled rich brat who spent his days chasing skirts and downing whiskey wasn't about to intimidate me—not when I was the rightful heir to the Thunderune Pack. My aura overpowers him. Gradually, he backed down. Nick came in and took hold of Kelsey's arm, firmly pulling him toward the door. "Ms. Lawrence needs her rest. I'll have to ask you to leave." After some struggle, Nick finally got him out and even closed the door behind him. Naomi looked visibly relieved. She gave me a soft smile, eyes warm with gratitude. "Thank you, Jasper." I took the seat beside her bed and met her gaze. "It's nothing. Really. But I'll admit, I didn't expect Kelsey to be bothering you. I know sometimes new actresses end up getting dragged to dinners and events for networking—it comes with the territory—but you need to be careful around him. He's a player, and he's not exactly discreet about it." Naomi bit her lip and nodded. "I understand. I'll be careful. But it sounds like you and Mr. Row have some history?" I sighed and tried to brush it off casually. "Just an old scuffle. He was inappropriately touching a young woman at an event. I stepped in. We exchanged a few punches. That's all." Naomi was stunned. Then she blinked in surprise. Then she burst out in laughter and commented, "I never pictured you as the fighting type, Jasper. You always seem so gentle." Her words lightened the mood. The tension from before melted away like fog under the sun. I laughed too.