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 just afraid that

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

blanket and got out of bed. Suddenly, she noticed the clothes

did she change into

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

His eyes were closed, while his chin was slightly

Why

Oh, God!

the bar last night to take her home? Wouldn't that mean that he had

but no matter how hard she tried, she just could not

like she was about to burst into tears. She didn't even dare to think about how much Stephen

too ashamed to

he was sleeping in an upright posture on her couch, and he looked

stared at

and the room was so still that she could hear the sound of her

curled up on the smalkcouch, she couldn't help but feeba pang of guilt. So, she walked over and stood in front of him,

remained sound asleep and did not

pinch his cheek, causing

eyes drowsily as he

her lip gently and suggested, "Stephen,

got up and combed his hair with his fingers. "What time is

clock hanging on the wall of her living room, so