His Unveiled Passion

Chapter 114

Tessa blinked at Stephen, momentarily dazed. "Why are you still here?"

And more importantly-why had he gone to the trouble of preparing such a feast?

Stephen casually untied his apron. "I figured you'd wake up hungry, so I picked up some groceries and made lunch."

Tessa rubbed her eyes, her sleepy voice unintentionally stirring something deep in his chest. "Well, aren't you just the perfect husband?"

"Only for you," Stephen murmured, his gaze warm and unwavering.

With a gentle push, he escorted her toward the bathroom. "Tess, be good. Go freshen up first."

After washing up, Tessa returned to the dining table, where a mouthwatering spread awaited her.

Stephen had prepared three dishes and a stew-roasted broccoli, fried chicken, spicy shrimp skewers, and a hearty pork and potato stew. Every single one was her favorite.

Having skipped breakfast, she was absolutely famished.

Now fully awake, she picked up her cutlery and eagerly took a bite.

gaze full of

to your

Tessa nodded enthusiastically. "Your cooking is

too. Don't go hungry," she

asked,

smile deepened, his almond eyes filled with tenderness. "Watching you

on her food, coughing violently. Her face burned red as she bit her lip,

let out a soft laugh, his face brimming with

villa, a man in a black security uniform

has been taken

frustration. "Why didn't those idiots finish

fools!"

bodyguard replied

glare sharp as a blade. "You're just as useless as the

"Indeed."

"Get

cup beside her and flung it

his forehead, shards biting into his skin. Blood trickled down his

talk. Only dead men

"Yes," the bodyguard replied.