His Unveiled Passion

Chapter 10

Tessa called Stephen, and the phone was quickly answered. Stephen's voice was gentle as he spoke, "Tess, did you like the three gowns?"

"Yeah," Tessa replied. "Which one do you think looks the best?"

He seemed to chuckle on the other end of the line. His voice was full of affection. "Didn't I say that if you like them, just buy all of them? I've already had my assistant order all three."

"That quickly? I just posted about them a little while ago." She was surprised.

Stephen replied, "I was worried they would sell out if we waited too long. The gowns are limited editions." "Okay. I'm sorry for the trouble, Stephen," Tessa responded.

"Tess, you're now my fiancée. We're family, so there's no need to worry about whether it's troublesome or not," Stephen reminded her.

Although his words had some truth to them, Tessa still couldn't fully embody the role of his fiancée just yet. In her heart, he was still the patient, older brother figure from next door who used to tutor her.

"By the way, Tess, it's inconvenient for you to get a cab in Haverford. So, I bought you a car," he added casually. "The paperwork has just been finished. Give me your address, and I'll have someone deliver it to you."

Tessa felt embarrassed hearing this. There was no way Stephen didn't know about how she had gone as far as to run away from home to avoid the arranged marriage with him. Samuel even froze her cards. She definitely didn't have a car or a house in Haverford, and she lived like a regular working-class person. Although her two best friends had talked about being her "sugar mommies", Tessa had turned them down. She had accepted some money from her friends for the first two months as a temporary measure. When her job stabilized later on, she stopped accepting their financial assistance.

Tessa also paid back the money she borrowed from them, little by little, after she started earning a salary. Yet, Stephen didn't blame her for running to Haverford to escape from marrying him, and now he was even offering to buy her a car.

She felt a surge of guilt and gripped her phone tightly. "There's no need. I'm fine with taking a cab. It's pretty convenient."

Stephen sounded hurt. "Tess, are you being so polite because you're still not willing to marry me?"

Tessa shook her head without thinking but then realized a moment later that they were on a call. Stephen couldn't see her expression and actions through the phone.

She explained gently, "No, Stephen. I've agreed to the marriage, so I'm definitely willing. I just thought that since I'll be back in Rivertown in a few days, there's no need to buy a car now."

He replied, "It's no problem. When you are back in Rivertown, I'll have someone drive the car back for you."

"But..." Tessa still wanted to refuse.

to a neighboring city for a trial in a few days? It'll be more convenient if you drive,"

you know I have a trial in a neighboring city in a few days?" "I saw your Instagram Stories two

trial in the next few days had indeed been scheduled two months ago, for the 25th of September. It was to be at the state appellate court in

after the trial was over, she wanted to have

of amusement. "It's much more convenient with a car. You can visit the nearby scenic

that moment, Stephen stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of the CEO's office at the top of the corporate headquarters. He gazed down at the glittering city lights with eyes filled with

car, a house, or send her money when he first found

an official status as her fiancé then. He knew she wouldn't accept gifts from him if he gave them

agreed to the arranged marriage with him, and now

Stephen's words, feeling a stir in her chest.

were only visible for 24 hours, and sometimes she forgot what she

Stephen

what she posted. There were times

work. Yet, on the day of the tip, he would call

travel, but he never took it to heart. They had never visited any

this was what it felt like to be

and gave him the address to Zachary's

morning, right? I'll have someone bring the car over

be home," Tessa

...

after

living room. She glanced at the two of them out of the corner of her eye and said

speak either, but Wendy greeted her first,

was slumped against the couch with her eyes fixed on

on the couch and asked, "Ms. Yates, do you usually enjoy watching these

to no one in particular and headed

as soon as he left, and

just nodded without even sparing Wendy a

She couldn't hide the disdain in her eyes. "You're