His Unveiled Passion

Chapter 220

The bar was the perfect spot for relaxing and flirting. Tessa entered the

establishment, frowning at the raucous atmosphere created by the large crowd and booming music. She wasn't a big fan of places like these.

"Tessa, over here!"

Naomi waved Tessa over. She noticed Sienna standing by Naomi's side as she made her way over to them. Moving like clockwork, Naomi led them over to the bar counter and gestured for her to sit on one of the high stools. "Three mojitos, Leo!"

Leo smiled and nodded before he began to mix the drinks. Naomi scooched closer to Tessa and whispered in her ear, "Leo's 26 this year, and he's the star of this bar. What do you think? He's really handsome, right?"

Tessa studied the man before her. He wasn't too tall, probably around five feet and eight inches tall. His refined features enhanced his good looks, and his wavy hair made him look like a classic boy-next-door that one would see in the movies.

Tessa shifted her gaze elsewhere, responding, "He's alright."

"He's not your type?" Naomi questioned cheerfully. "He's the guy I was telling you about. Lots of the ladies here visit this bar just for him."

A woman started flirting with Leo just as Naomi's words left her lips. She peeled bills after bills from a thick stack of cash and generously handed them over to Leo, hoping to gain his favor.

too many women around him, I don't

It's just a fling, it's not like you're getting married to him. Why do men get to fool around while

that female celebrity's side, yet you still want

"I... I'm not interested in

say that because you haven't experienced what it's like to let go, " Leo said as

a

with a dazzling one of his own.

a knife. Tessa exchanged surprised glances with Sienna. It was hard

glass of mojito. She had hoped to drown her sorrows with the help of alcohol, but it

tried to cheer her up. "It's okay, Tessa. If you don't like this type, I'll introduce you to someone else. I said

for me. I'll speak to their manager. What type of guy do you like? Tell me, and

dizzy, and her words came out slurred when she mumbled, "I

Tessa was saying over the noise in the bar. "What's that? What do you

shook her head. "I don't

with an eight-pack who can throw

have a proper conversation. Tessa's whole face