I don’t trust anyone.

Jasper chose to stay in a secluded village rather than travel to Italy. He found a kindhearted man who had granted them refuge. Considering the location, Jasper had believed that Sebastian's men would have a hard time finding them. They could stay here for a while, allowing Ella to recover from her tiredness and injuries. 

Jasper was moved by Michael's gesture, but he couldn't accept his offer. He believed Sebastian's spies would eventually find him there, and the consequence would be detrimental to Michael. This was something he couldn't bear to see. Jasper couldn't be a reason for his well-wisher's downfall. 

Jasper entered the small hut, his eyes adjusting to the dim light inside. The musky aroma of the place filled his nostrils, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. It had been a long time since he had felt this way, and he knew it was fleeting, but he wanted to savor every moment of it.