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?

handed him the folder she had

signature and

the folder and passed it

eaten?" he asked

Just get the documents signed and stamped. I'll

gaze lingered on her. His eyes were soft, like sunlight on a quiet lake.

have things to do." Tessa raised her wrist and checked the

fleeting disappointment in

So this was the cold, untouchable CEO? Why

two of them, her curiosity practically radiating. She pressed her tongue

look, clearly warning her to stop staring unless

pursed her

an

glance, as if

once-in-a-lifetime sceneeet

about

to Justin and have it signed and stamped," Stephen said. "Yes,

go upstairs, so she

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

down in one

Qu

long couch, right beside her. They were not in the same seat, but they were close enough that there was barely any space between

chance to redeem herself, Maisy rushed to brew coffee and practically