His Unveiled Passion

The tea spilled from the cup, soaking the carpet and leaving a damp stain.

Quentin flinched and glanced at the cup with a click of his tongue. "Hey, man, don't worry. Tessa isn't the type to be casual about these things."

Stephen was lost in thought as he asked in a hoarse voice, "Did she really agree?"

Quentin hesitated before replying, "Look, you know what happened on New Year's Eve. She saw you with that cousin of yours-and you guys were even talking about getting a room.

"I mean, I'd be pissed off too. Maybe she said yes just to get back at you... or maybe she was drunk and spouting nonsense. You can't take it too seriously."

"I didn't..." Stephen's voice caught in his throat. "I never said we were getting a room."

"Well, your cousin did."

Silence fell between them for a moment.

Stephen composed himself and said, "Do me a favor."

When Tessa stepped out of the law firm after work, she immediately noticed a white McLaren parked not too far away.

the car with his head down, scrolling through his phone as

was waiting outside the firm, so he was probably waiting for her. Tessa started walking over just as Quentin looked up,

Finally

are you looking for me?" She glanced behind him. "Where's Naomi? Is she not with

it's just me this time. I wanted to talk to you about

"What is it?"

about that whole New

Stephen over and ended up ruining the night for everyone. I wanted to apologize properly. I bookeda

frowned slightly. "No need for that, Quentin. I understand. It's all in the past now. You don't have to treat me to dinner.

plans?" Quentin

had only made up the excuse to turn him down and hadn't expected him to press further. After a brief pause, she casually lied, "I'm meeting up with some

"Guys or girls?"

little

back any blunt

that there were guys involved, an image of Stephen's brooding, heartbroken face flashed through his mind. He had to get to the bottom of this for

How come I've never heard of them? What are their names? What