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.

head down, scrolling through his phone as if waiting for

off work time and he was waiting outside the firm, so he was probably waiting for her. Tessa started walking over just as Quentin looked up, spotted her, and approached with

Tessa! Finally off work,

for me?" She glanced behind him. "Where's Naomi?

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

"What is it?"

about that

ended up ruining the night for everyone. I wanted to apologize properly. I bookeda restaurant, so how about dinner? Are you free

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

plans?" Quentin asked without

the excuse to turn him down and hadn't expected him to press further. After a brief pause, she

"Guys or girls?"

was a little

back any blunt remarks and stuck to her story, answering evenly,

an image of Stephen's brooding, heartbroken face flashed through his mind.

their names? What do they do? How old are they? How talland how much do they weigh? Are