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.

his gaze full of affection as he watched Tessa

your taste?" he asked

nodded enthusiastically. "Your cooking is always my

go hungry," she continued, her eyes twinkling.

asked, meeting his

filled with tenderness. "Watching you eat

food, coughing violently. Her face burned red as she bit her lip, completely flustered. "W-Why would you say

face brimming with affection. "Alright,

man in a

Susan has been taken by

frustration. "Why didn't those idiots finish

fools!"

bodyguard

suddenly spun around, her glare sharp as a blade. "You're just as useless as the rest of

"Indeed."

patience shattered. "Get the hell

beside her and

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

to talk. Only dead men keep secrets,"

"Yes," the bodyguard replied.