His Unveiled Passion

In the enclosed basement, dim yellow lights spilled down, making the madness and obsession in Jacqueline's eyes clearly visible. At this moment, the twisted thoughts she had hidden for over a decade were laid bare.

After she finished speaking, a deathly silence fell over the basement.

Stephen stood tall and imposing in front of Jacqueline, looking down at her coldly. He exuded a chilling aura, and a faint scent of blood seemed to linger in the air.

Tessa stared at the screen, her heart feeling as if it were clenched by an invisible hand. A sense of suffocation washed over her. She was desperate to know Stephen's response, but at the same time, she was afraid that his answer wouldn't be what she wanted to hear.

After all, they had spent so much time together; some feelings must be involved, right?

What if Stephen softened after Jacqueline's confession? What would she do then?

There was a brief silence. Stephen suddenly let out a laugh.

"Love me?" he asked. His dark eyes were deep and unfathomable like a bottomless abyss.

Jacqueline stared at Stephen, watching as he curled his lips in a mocking smile, his expression cold and his gaze icy.

"You think you're worthy?"

with scorn. In an instant, all the color drained from Jacqueline's face. She bit down hard on her lower lip, and tears

expected Stephen to respond this way. She thought he would lecture

so cruel?" Jacqueline cried, her voice full

coldly looking down at Jacqueline, his eyes filled with

moment forward, you are

lifeless as she muttered, "I never wanted to be

you to apologize for what you did." "Lawrence,

taking me?"

not answer. He turned away

to do

while

"Tess, let's go outside."

a feeling that he was about

"Alright."

thick, long, dark gray coat out of a cabinet. "It's

close to six feet three inches, the coat was a bit too