His Unveiled Passion

Chapter 112

Stephen was usually cold and unsmiling, his demeanor strict and commanding.

He had a razor-sharp eye for detail, never failing to find flaws in Samson's reports and pointing out areas for improvement.

But today was different.

After listening to Samson's report, Stephen remained silent.

Samson couldn't help but steal a quick glance at him. To his surprise, Stephen was smiling, his eyes brimming with warmth and affection-he looked utterly lovestruck.

Was this really the same cold, ruthless CEO he knew?

Had he been possessed?

Samson was utterly dumbfounded.

Meanwhile, Stephen was completely lost in thought, still reliving every intoxicating moment with Tessa.

Samson's words floated around him, barely registering.

It wasn't until he finally snapped back to reality that Stephen looked up. "Why are you still here?"

Samson almost choked on his own breath. He quickly cleared his throat and asked, "Mr. Jacobson, I've completed the report. Do you have any feedback or corrections?"

"You did well. You can go."

Samson was momentarily speechless.

of the CEO's office, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had just witnessed something out of

in his thoughts, still basking in the warmth of the morning

that, the

we've

released from the detention center, she was intercepted by Jacqueline's men and

of providing her with a safe place to stay or a stable

her to a telecom

her existence reduced to something worse

tracked her down, the syndicate's leader-also of Orkfordian descent-knew better than to provoke the powerful Jacobson family.

dimly lit basement, she sat bound

hair was a tangled mess, her body

family hadn't

These injuries were

of the ruthless beatings she had suffered at the hands of the

room as

his presence was cold and commanding, his striking face cloaked in

feet away, his gaze sharp and ruthless. "Talk. Who

moment Susan saw him,

Her voice was hoarse from crying, her eyes filled with despair. "I look

brows furrowed in

than a criminal. Whether she

she had nothing useful to say, his patience wore thin. His voice turned cold, laced

" can't tell you... I... I had

I've loved you, can't

emotion.