His Unveiled Passion

Chapter 216

"Ms. Mercer, I'm in need of a cook. I'll send you my address-let me know when you're available, but please give me a heads-up before you arrive."

Michelle laughed. "I'm free right now! Are you home? I can come over right away."

"Perfect. Come on over."

After hanging up, Michelle turned to Stephen. "Mr. Jacobson, Ms. Yates agreed."

"Good," Stephen replied. "She often forgets to eat when she's busy. Since her new place is close to the office, you'll need to deliver lunch to her during weekdays. I'll cover your salary, but if she offers to pay, don't refuse. And make sure she doesn't know I arranged this."

Upon hearing that she'd be earning double, Michelle's face brightened. She nodded enthusiastically. "Of course, Mr. Jacobson. You can count on me—I'll take excellent care of Ms. Yates."

...

After New Year's, Stephen immersed himself in work.

He couldn't afford a single moment of downtime because as soon as he stopped, Tessa's face would flood his thoughts.

In the CEO's office, Stephen sat at his desk, focused on typing away.

a conflicted expression. "Steve, there's something I'm

look up. "Then, don't,"

for a moment before pressing on. "It's about Tessa. Are you sure

his gaze lifting from the screen.

he cares. When it comes to

he knew Stephen wouldn't take the

Quentin continued, "Naomi's been talking about setting Tessa up with some college guys

Stephen, and as expected,

teeth, his face clouding with anger. "Some

swallowed hard as he tried

into a thin line, his gaze becoming cold and

athlete who's six feet three inches, and then, well, there'@everything-from innocent, sweet types

further, and Quentin

felt suffocating, thick

of water. "You know how Naomi is-always stirring things up. Don't worry, I already gave her

course, wasn't the

had eagerly presented her

moment of frustration,

a sharp pinch. That spot still