His Unveiled Passion

Chapter 398

Maisy pressed her palms together and bowed slightly toward Tessa, biting her lower lip as she pleaded pitifully.

"Mrs. Jacobson, I was wrong. I really was. I know I made a mistake. Please don't be angry at me. You're so beautiful and kind. Someone as kind as you wouldn't hold a grudge, right?"

She batted her large, overly dramatic eyes and flashed her most pleading look.

"I really need this job. Please, don't let them fire me. You're the prettiest, nicest person ever—I mean it. Please don't be mad, beautiful lady."

Just then, the soft chime of the elevator echoed through the lobby. The doors of the executive elevator opened.

Stephen stepped out first, followed closely by Samson. Samson shot his cousin a look, the frustration clear in his expression.

Did she seriously stop the one person she absolutely should have let through?

Maisy glared back at him, her eyes wide with disbelief, as if asking how she was supposed to know. No one had told her anything.

In the time it took them to argue silently, Stephen had already walked up to Tessa.

"Tess, you came. Is there something you needed me for?" he said, his voice gentle, and his lips curved into a warm smile.

Maisy stared in disbelief. Was this really the same CEO who always wore such a cold, unreadable expression?

She had been working here for three months and had never once seen him act this soft toward anyone.

Who would believe that this woman wasn't the CEO's wife?

the folder she had been holding. "I

signature and stamp on

Stephen took the folder and passed

eaten?" he asked

the documents signed

like sunlight on a quiet lake. "There's

things to do." Tessa raised her

noticed the fleeting disappointment in

grief. So this was the cold, untouchable CEO? Why did he suddenly look

the two of them, her curiosity practically radiating. She pressed her tongue against the inside of her cheek, watching the scene

cast her a sharp look, clearly warning her to stop staring

pursed her lips and

an

as if

once-in-a-lifetime sceneeet

not about

it signed and stamped,"

didn't want to go upstairs, so she waited in the lobby.

seating area where a long couch and two single armchairs were arranged

down in

Qu

right beside her. They were not in the same seat, but

herself, Maisy rushed to brew