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.

car with his head down, scrolling through his phone as if waiting for

was off work time and he was waiting outside the firm, so he was probably waiting for her. Tessa started walking over

Finally

She glanced behind

time. I wanted

"What is it?"

about that whole New

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

for that, Quentin. I understand. It's all in the past now. You don't have to treat me to dinner. I've

Quentin asked without

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?"

blinked and was a little speechless. Wasn't

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

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

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