His Unveiled Passion

In the underground parking lot, Quentin rushed over to open the passenger door of the Cullinan and plopped into the seat. "Dude, everything you asked for is done. Tess accepted the bags and the car."

Stephen rested his slender fingers on the steering wheel, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. "Did she get suspicious?"

Quentin replied honestly, "Yeah, she asked me if you bought the car. I coordinated with Naomi, and we managed to fool her. Tess trusts Naomi a lot, so she probably won't think twice about it."

Stephen let out a hum in contemplation.

For a moment, Quentin didn't know what else to say. Stephen sat motionless, staring blankly at some point in the distance. The air inside the car was so quiet that the faint hum of the heater was the only audible sound.

Quentin knew Stephen was thinking about Tessa again and wisely kept silent.

After a while, Stephen finally spoke. "I really want to see her."

Quentin was speechless for a while before saying, "Hold on." He pulled out his phone. "I'll think of something for you."

He dialed Naomi's number.

"Hey, Naomi. When I dropped the car off for Tess earlier, she didn't seem to be in a good mood. She looked like a withered eggplant, all droopy and downcast. She's probably still upset.

Saturday, and she's off work. Why don't you take her out

move on like that. Why does she have to be the one suffering while Stephen goes around parading

glanced at

had visibly

eyes, which was a

had he seen Stephen care for

"scumbag". Even Quentin, as a bystander, couldn't help but feel a bit sorry

few more words with Naomi, she

bar are you guys heading to?

Naomi spilled the name of the

Don't drink too much, though. Otherwise,

yeah, I got

shrugged. "All set. 20 minutes

planned on going out~ that night. After dinner, she intended to curl up at home, binge-watch a few episodes of a drama series,

her meal, she got a call from Naomi,

work, keeping busy so she wouldn't have time