His Unveiled Passion

After putting the phone on silent mode, Tessa finally got a good night's sleep. By the time she woke up next, it was already 1:00 pm.

Stephen was long gone, leaving her alone in bed.

She ran a hand through her hair. Then, she lifted the blanket to freshen up. But the moment her feet touched the floor, her legs gave out, and she nearly collapsed.

After Zachary left, Stephen followed her into the bedroom to sleep. He had promised to just hold her and do nothing more. But in the end, he still couldn't resist and ended up wearing her out.

It took her a while to get used to the soreness before she finally managed to walk out of the bedroom.

Stephen was on the couch in the living room. He crossed one leg and placed his laptop on his knee.

There was something undeniably attractive about a man when he was deep in work.

The snow had stopped, and the golden sunlight streamed in through the windows. As it bathed Stephen in its warm glow, it seemed to soften his sharp features.

The heater was turned on in the house. Stephen had his black dress shirt buttoned all the way up to the collar. His face was unreadable as he stared at the screen, his fingers flying over the keyboard.

At that moment, he looked completely composed and untouchable.

night, those beautiful hands of his had

how wild Stephen could be beneath that cold and distant exterior. Seeing him so focused on work for the first time, the contrast

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eyes on his laptop screen. He showed no emotion,

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stopped typing, a mix of struggle and sorrow

that look

pregnant with me over 20 years ago,