His Unveiled Passion

Chapter 110

Once Stephen was sure that Tessa was deep asleep and would not cause a ruckus anymore, he quietly tiptoed out to the living room.

Her apartment consisted of two bedrooms and a living room, but the other bedroom was empty.

Hence, he could only make do with the couch.

It was deep into the night, and he fell asleep soundly.

...

Early the next morning, Tessa, who maintained a consistent sleep schedule, woke up at her usual time just as it was sunrise.

However, her head was pounding due to her hangover, and it took her some time for her to come to her senses.

She could only remember going to dinner with her colleagues and heading to the bar to have a few drinks after that.

Due to her low alcohol tolerance, she blacked out after having just a few cups.

However, Tessa could vaguely remember a man coming up to her, and how she had clung onto that man, telling him a bunch of nonsense.

With that thought in mind, she immediately shuddered and sobered up. A wave of panic surged through her as she thought about how she would have to explain things to Stephen if he found out about it.

Would he be jealous?

wasn't afraid that he'd be mad. She was

incident. She cared about him and did not want him feeling

got out of bed. Suddenly,

change into her pajamas? How did she

open the bedroom door, getting ready to shower when she saw a person lying on

blanket, his feet resting on the armrest of the couch. His eyes were closed, while his chin was slightly tilted, and

was Stephen! Why

Oh, God!

he go to the bar last night to take her home?

to recall what had happened, but no matter how hard she tried, she just could not remember what that

didn't even dare to think about how

felt too ashamed to face

upright posture on her couch,

at him,

still that she could hear the sound of

his tall figure curled up on the smalkcouch, she couldn't help but feeba pang of guilt. So,

asleep

she proceeded to pinch his cheek,

eyes drowsily as he looked

she bit her lip gently and suggested, "Stephen,

got up and combed his hair with his

a clock hanging on the wall of her living room, so she glanced at the clock. "It's 7:30 am