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.

for a trial in a few days? It'll be more convenient

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

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

that after the trial was over, she wanted to have

"It's much more convenient with a car.

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

how badly he had wanted to buy her a car, a house, or send her money when he first found out

He knew she wouldn't accept gifts from

had agreed to the arranged marriage with him, and now he had a

paused for a moment after hearing Stephen's words, feeling a stir in her chest.

for 24 hours,

Stephen

had never cared about what she posted. There were times she had informed

where she was traveling for work. Yet, on the day of the tip, he

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

what it felt like to

gift and gave him the address

I'll have someone bring the car over during that

home," Tessa

...

Wendy not long after

was watching TV when they walked into the first-floor living room. She glanced at

but Wendy greeted her first, "Ms.

slumped against the couch with her eyes fixed on the legal drama playing on TV. She didn't respond to

and smiled as she approached Tessa. She sat on the couch and asked, "Ms. Yates, do

shower" to no one in particular and

soon as he left, and her expression shifted entirely. She

nodded without even

hide the disdain in her eyes. "You're really good at pretending to be calm.