His Unveiled Passion

Chapter 201

It usually got dark out early in the winter, which meant that dusk would have fallen by a little past 6:00 pm.

The housekeeper, Michelle Mercer, stood outside Tessa's room and knocked gently. "Ms. Yates, it's time for dinner."

Tessa sniffed. Her throat was slightly hoarse as she replied, "I won't be eating tonight."

Michelle did not seem to have heard her and knocked again. "Ms. Yates, are you asleep?"

Wiping her tears away, Tessa got up from her bed and tidied herself up. Then, she walked over to open the door and explained, "I don't have an appetite today. You can go ahead and have dinner yourself."

At the sight of Tessa's swollen eyes, Michelle's expression changed. "Ms. Yates, did something happen?"

Tessa shook her head, her voice fresh from crying. "I'm fine."

Feeling worried, Michelle asked, "Do you need me to contact Mr. Jacobson for you?"

She had unintentionally punched Tessa right in the gut with her question.

Tessa forced a smile that looked worse than crying. Trying to sound strong, she answered, "I'm fine. I think I'm just not used to living here yet, and I'm also a bit worried about my father's condition. So, I couldn't keep it in and broke down. You don't have to worry about me."

not aware that Samuel had been hospitalized, but she did not ask any questions

as you're fine. I thought that something had happened to you. Mr. Jacobson had instructed me to look for him if anything happens to

said that I should go to him if anything happens, even if it's the mundane things like the food not suiting your taste buds or that you're having

momentarily before she asked, "Did

did, Ms. Yates. I can tell that

Tessa fell silent.

"Then, you should rest first. If you need

make something

no need for me to trouble you. I won't be eating anything

Looking slightly hesitant, Michelle

cajoled, "Mr. Jacobson has

living in the room diagonally across yours. You can knock on my

"Alright."

...

another villa, James sat on the couch

and

gritted his teeth and asked, "Are you telling me that the three of you had failed to get rid of the woman Stephen

a man with bandages wrapped around his head and arms. He had driven the Aston Martin that chased Stephen down, intending to kill