His Unveiled Passion

Chapter 194

On New Year the next day, Tessa went back to the Yates residence.

Marianne and Samuel were both at home.

As soon as Tessa stepped through the door, Marianne greeted her with a smile. "Tess, you're back! Lunch is almost ready. Go wash your hands first."

Tessa had woken up with a hangover at 11 that morning. After taking a quick shower and changing into fresh clothes, she drove home just in time for lunch. Seline ran over in her little leather shoes, hugging Tessa's leg. "Tessa!"

Smiling, Tessa reached into her bag, pulled out a thick envelope containing a generous allowance, and handed it to Seline. "Seline, Happy New Year!"

Seline's face lit up with a sweet smile as she took the envelope and planted a kiss on Tessa's cheek.

Samuel approached and handed her a gift bag. "Here's your New Year's present. Take a look."

Tessa opened the bag curiously and saw a set of keys and a property deed.

"This apartment's close to your law firm. It'll be more convenient for work," Samuel said calmly. "Young people like celebrating New Year's Eve out and about, so this is my New Year's gift to you. Marianne picked out the car-it's in the garage. You can check it out after lunch."

her eyes grew

their kindness with

casually scrolled through her phone and noticed a new follow request

heart clenched. Holding her breath, she tapped to open it, only to feel a wave of disappointment wash over

It wasn't Stephen.

couldn't add her anymore. Instead, he'd created a

she didn't recognize who it was, but the attached message

all the

left a bitter taste in her mouth, as if she'd swallowed a

blocked any future messages from that

left the blue Bentley that Stephen had given her to gather dust in the underground garage of the Yates residence and drove off

prime real estate in a city where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold. The place was over 2,000 square

up her phone and called Michelle Mercer, the housekeeper at Grandview Garden, asking her to throw away everything that belonged to

line, Michelle agreed readily, but her eyes couldn't

up, she spoke cautiously. "Mr. Jacobson, Ms. Yates asked me to throw away

away. Keep everything as

hesitated, unsure how

that Tessa no longer lived there, who was she supposed to cook for? Was she about to

of silence, Stephen spoke again, "She's moved into a new place. Who knows if the housekeeper there can cook the way she