His Unveiled Passion

Chapter 367

"Stephen," she called out softly. Her voice was so soft that it was instantly drowned out by the pouring rain.

Yet, Stephen still heard her voice despite the low volume.

He turned around, locking eyes with Tessa across the curtain of rain.

She was standing by the entrance while he was out in the downpour.

The rain was so heavy that it obscured her vision.

Tessa opened her umbrella, fully intending to walk into the rain.

However, Stephen, who had been emulating a statue earlier, seemed to have had his switch finally flipped the right side up. He wasted no time striding toward her.

Since he was tall and had long legs, he crossed the distance faster than Tessa could. She had only taken two steps toward him when he arrived right in front of her.

"You haven't fully recovered just yet. You shouldn't go out in the rain," he said hoarsely.

Stephen reached for her hand that wasn't holding the umbrella and gently guided her back inside.

His hand was ice-cold. Tessa couldn't help but shiver at his touch.

Stephen noticed it and immediately let go of her. "It's cold out and raining to boot. You should go back inside."

Tessa's breath caught in her throat.

It was said that one could never fake a cold, nor could they conceal the love they felt for another.

He would instinctively place her needs first, even though he was clearly grieving. Tessa felt a mix of complex emotions well up within her.

only a single dim light turned on in the hallway due to the

she trailed off. Then, she continued, "You shouldn't stay out in

staring at her the entire time. She could see the affection he held for her in his eyes despite the sorrow swirling in their depths. The rain continued to lash against

pause, Tessa finally said, "Death

of emotion appeared in Stephen's eyes. He

he stopped short when he noticed his drenched

made Tessa's heart waver once

utmost care. Every single act he did

little details-the same details that she couldn't possibly

his hands fall and

was also

was like another repeat of

into his eyes in frustration, saying huffily, "You call

to melt. He was just about to say something in

arms around

him. Stephen instantly went stiff under her

around him, whispering, "Will you feel better if I hug

he felt a surge of

felt like a soft furnace, chasing away the chill in his bones, warming him from

slowly returned her embrace, his movements

touch. However, I know grief isn't something you can suppress. just

she had no idea how to comfort another?

miracles," he

ice in Stephen's heart thawed instantly,

stepped

then."

avoiding his gaze.