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.

the CEO's office, he couldn't shake the feeling that he

Stephen remained lost in his thoughts, still basking in the warmth of the morning

like that,

we've

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

never kept her promise of providing her with a safe place to

her to

relentless torment, her existence reduced to something

leader-also of Orkfordian descent-knew better than to provoke the powerful Jacobson family. Fearing the consequences, he surrendered Susan without

a dimly lit basement, she sat bound to a

hair was a tangled mess, her body marred with

Jacobson family hadn't laid

These

she had suffered at the hands

room as Stephen

in all black, his presence was cold and commanding, his striking face

a few feet away, his

moment Susan saw

crying, her eyes filled

brows furrowed in

a criminal. Whether she looked good or not was

to say, his patience wore thin. His voice turned cold,

face. " can't tell you... I... I had no choice. Please, Steve, for the sake of

you, can't you just let me

gaze remained cold, devoid of emotion. "Talk,