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.

from her, his gaze full of affection as

your taste?" he

nodded enthusiastically. "Your cooking

go hungry," she continued, her eyes twinkling.

she asked, meeting his

almond eyes filled with tenderness. "Watching you eat is enough to

coughing violently. Her face burned red as

with affection. "Alright, no more teasing. Just enjoy

Jacqueline's private villa, a man in a black security uniform stood motionless, his

Susan has been taken by Mr. Jacobson's

fury, her teeth gritted in frustration. "Why didn't

fools!"

the bodyguard

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

"Indeed."

"Get the hell

she snatched the cup beside her

against his forehead, shards biting into his skin. Blood trickled down his face, yet he

sure Susan doesn't live to talk. Only dead men keep

"Yes," the bodyguard replied.