His Unveiled Passion

Chapter 217

The drink from the cup slowly soaked into the carpet, leaving a dark stain.

Quentin stared at the mess, clicking his tongue in frustration. "Stephen, don't worry. Tessa's not that easy," he reassured him.

Stephen stood motionless, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Did she really agree?"

Quentin paused before answering, "On New Year's Eve, she saw you with Nancy, and you two were talking about getting a room together. Honestly, if I were in Tessa's position, I wouldn't have handled it well either.

"I think Tessa probably agreed just to get a reaction out of you, or maybe she was drunk and talking nonsense. It doesn't really mean anything."

"I didn't..." Stephen's voice faltered, the words catching in his throat. "I never said anything about getting a room."

"Well, Nancy did," Quentin replied. "And it sounded pretty much the same."

There was a pause, the silence heavy between them.

Stephen took a moment to regain his composure. "I need you to do me a favor."

...

As Tessa stepped out of Everbright Law Group after a long day, her eyes landed on a sleek white McLaren parked nearby.

It was Quentin leaning casually against the car, focused on his phone, clearly waiting for someone.

outside the firm-he

he looked up and noticed her. Flashing

finally off

you looking for me?" Tessa glanced past him. "Where's Naomi?

came alone today," he replied. "I needed

"What's up?"

Tessa, about New Year's

realized I wasn't thinking clearly. Inviting Stephen was a mistake, and

owe you a sincere,

I've made a reservation at a restaurant and would really like to make it up to

slightly. "There's really no need, Quentin.

past now. You don't have to go through the trouble. I've already got other

plans?" Quentin asked,

Tessa hesitated. She

come up with a quick excuse to politely

to press

before replying,

they male

little too personal?

didn't want to come off too harsh, so she stuck with her little white

Quentin heard there was a guy involved, Stephen's brooding face immediately flashed in his mind. He knew he had to probe a little deeper- especially for

ever mentioned anyone else. What's his name? What does he do? How old is he? How tall is he? What's his