His Unveiled Passion

Chapter 219

In the underground parking lot, a tense air lingered around Quentin.

He slid into the passenger seat of the Cullinan and settled in. "Stephen, everything's done. Tessa's taken the car and the bags."

Stephen's fingers gripped the steering wheel, his throat tightening slightly as he asked, "Did she suspect anything?"

Quentin responded honestly, "Yes, she did ask whether the car was bought by you. But I covered it up with Naomi's help. Tessa really trusts Naomi, so I don't think she'll think much of it."

"Okay," came Stephen's low, almost inaudible response.

For a moment, Quentin couldn't think of anything to say. Stephen stared blankly into the distance, his expression empty. The only sound in the car was the soft hum of the heater.

Quentin knew Stephen was thinking about Tessa again, so he wisely stayed quiet, not wanting to interrupt.

After what felt like an eternity, Stephen finally broke the silence. "I really want to see her."

Quentin blinked in surprise. "Hold on," he said, pulling out his phone. "I'll figure something out for you."

He quickly dialed Naomi's number.

"Hey, Naomi, I just dropped off the car for Tessa, and she seemed really down. She looked completely drained. I think she's still carrying a lot of pain, and I'm worried she's hiding it all.

"Since tomorrow's Saturday and she's not working, maybe you could take her out tonight and try to cheer her up?"

Naomi's voice came through, full of frustration. "Tessa loved Stephen so much. How is she supposed to just move on after everything?

walks away like it's nothing, happily parading around with some actress? You men are all

Stephen, who had recently and

under his eyes, a clear sign

Stephen cared for

the first time he had seen Stephen so

woman.

barely holding himself together, visibly crushed by the aftermath of

a hopeless romantic at heart, Stephen had somehow earned the label of a "heartless

help but feel a bit frustrated

agreed

Quentin asked, keeping his tone casual. "I'll come

quickly told him

make

later. And don't

with a headache and

advised.

know. Stop

hung up, Quentin shrugged. "All set. We leave for

...

hadn't planned

evening. She had meant to

dinner and binge-watch her favorite shows before calling