His Unveiled Passion

Jacqueline was brought back from the brink of death and lay in the base's infirmary. Although she had been rescued, she was still barely clinging to life.

When Lawrence came to report the situation, Tessa had just finished taking a bath. She walked out of the bedroom into the living room, wearing a silk camisole nightdress. She wanted to ask Stephen if there was any hot milk, as she was used to drinking a cup before going to bed.

When she pushed open the door, she found herself making eye contact with Lawrence. Lawrence quickly averted his gaze, and he stuttered, his demeanor filled with tension.

"M-Mr. Jacobson, that's the situation... How should we handle Jacqueline next?"

Lawrence thought to himself, "I'm doomed. I just saw Mrs. Jacobson right after her bath. Mr. Jacobson is definitely going to dig my eyes out. Oh heavens, save me..."

It turned out that Lawrence's fear was justified.

Fresh out of the bath, Tessa looked as pure and radiant as a lotus blooming from water. Her face was fresh and beautiful, her skin glowed with a rosy sheen, and a few damp strands of hair clung to her forehead.

She looked both innocent and alluring. Her large eyes were bright and dewy, capturing attention without her even realizing it.

What made the situation even more dangerous was that the room was heated, and Tessa was only wearing a silk nightdress. The dress perfectly highlighted her curves, accentuating her graceful figure.

Lawrence had barely glanced at her for two seconds before he felt the temperature around Stephen plummet as if the air itself had turned icy.

A cold shiver ran down Lawrence's spine.

uttered just four words, but Lawrence

want to look. But in Stephen's ears, it

want to keep looking?" Stephen

wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. "No, Mr. Jacobson. meant that I didn't look, and I didn't intend

was enough of a warning, signaling

turned and

Tessa asked curiously, "What's wrong with him? What was that about

all. She wore underwear beneath her nightdress which was conservatively designed with a hem below her knees and a modest neckline. It looked no different from a casual slip dress one could

realized that her appearance would trigger

another man saw her

dark expression faded as he looked into Tessa's innocent and

walked over and sat down

pulled her into his arms.

like some hot

eyes softened. "Alright, I'll heat

asked, not out of concern

she didn't want Stephen's

"She won't die."