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.

stood leaning against the car with his head down, scrolling through his phone as

so he was probably waiting for her. Tessa

Tessa! Finally off work,

behind him. "Where's Naomi? Is she

time. I wanted to

"What is it?"

about that

I called Stephen over and ended up ruining the night for everyone. I wanted to apologize properly. I bookeda restaurant, so how

Quentin. I understand. It's all in the past now. You

plans?" Quentin asked

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?"

was a little speechless. Wasn't that a

any blunt remarks and stuck to her

there were guys involved, an image of Stephen's brooding, heartbroken face flashed through his mind. He had

besides me and Henry? How come I've never heard of them? What are their names? What do they do?