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,

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

Finally

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

this time. I

"What is it?"

about that

wasn't thinking straight when I called Stephen over and ended up ruining the night for everyone. I wanted to apologize properly. I bookeda restaurant, so how about dinner? Are you free

in the past now. You don't have to treat me to dinner.

plans?" Quentin

expected him

"Guys or girls?"

was a little speechless. Wasn't that

since they'd known each other for years, she held back any blunt remarks and stuck to her

moment Quentin heard that there were guys involved, an image of Stephen's brooding, heartbroken face flashed through his mind.

are their names? What do