His Unveiled Passion

Chapter 221

Quentin wore a grim expression, grinding his molars so hard that they were in danger of shattering. "What the fuck is Naomi doing hiring hosts?" he exclaimed.

Stephen could only watch as Tessa ran one hand over a host's abdomen, feeling up the muscles there while balancing her cocktail glass in her other hand. The sour taste of the lemon mixed with the strong spirits in the tequila he just drank permeated Stephen's taste buds. Even the air around him had taken on a tinge of sourness that he could nearly physically taste.

Stephen refused to continue playing the role of the observer. He shot up to his feet, giving Quentin, who was seated next to him, a scare.

"Stephen, what are you doing?" Quentin asked.

"I'm going to send her home."

Quentin immediately grabbed him. "Don't be too hasty. You can't show yourself here. What if James' lackeys are in this bar? All that trouble you went through to break up with Tessa would all be for naught!"

Of course, Stephen knew that Quentin's words made sense.

Surrounded by the hosts who were tripping over themselves for her attention, Tessa's radiant smile stretched from ear to ear across her face. Next to her, Naomi continued to egg them on. Stephen's expression darkened, and he was about to say something when Quentin bolted out of the booth without warning. He had been so quick on his feet that he left a breeze in his wake.

Stephen directed his gaze back to Tessa and her friends. Naomi was drunk out of her mind at that point. She rested her head on a host's chest, a dazed look on her face. Seeing how Quentin was fast approaching them, Stephen was worried that he would be noticed. He moved into a corner that was in Tessa's blind spot.

Naomi was giddily enjoying the muscular chest pillowing her head when she was suddenly yanked away, falling into another warm embrace. She hadn't yet processed what was happening before Quentin punched the host in the chest while yelling, "Get lost!"

The host did not take kindly to being attacked. His temper flared, and he was about to retaliate when his colleagues held him back. "Chill! Relax!"

haze. She let out a surprised gasp and moved forward to

furious expression. His face and neck had turned a ruddy red as he glared

pay for

out a few bills and shoved them at the host. "I'm so sorry, I only have this much cash

his side, outraged. "Come here! Haven't you

had also sobered up a little after Quentin's stunt. She stared at

to

asked, "Is he here

came here by

Disappointment flickered in Tessa's

should

was busy

another

have the time

Tessa took a few

wine bottle

cradling.

have a few loose screws? Can't you talk things

fists and hitting people?"

out