His Unveiled Passion

Chapter 422

Tessa ran downstairs and instantly saw that familiar figure standing under the eaves. He stood there in solitude with his back against her.

Despite his being slightly mysophobic, his shoes were now covered in mud, his pants stained with mud and wet patches, and specks of brown sullied his otherwise pristine clothes.

She had never seen him look so disheveled.

Her nose tingled, and an indescribable emotion stirred from within her heart.

On impulse, she ran and hugged him from behind. She then murmured softly, "You're here."

Stephen tensed. Only God knew how long he had yearned for her to hug him.

There was an orange glow across the sky, like an accidental stroke made from a painter's brush.

In the early morning, the rising mist intertwined with the clouds, like lovers reuniting after a long separation. The entire atmosphere felt warm and sweet.

As dawn approached, shadows from the trees gradually emerged. Dew fell silently, as if landing on Stephen's and Tessa's hearts, sending ripples through them.

The moment was so beautiful that it felt like a dream.

Stephen didn't dare to move, afraid

felt like a century had

Stephen's Adam apple bobbing as

on her, and his eyes were filled

intense gaze and looked away. She then mumbled, "Didn't

cupped her cheeks with both hands, gently tilting her head to face him. He looked dashing, and his voice was as warm and soft

she looked at him without

apart?" Stephen teased as he

voice was soft as she had just woken up. "Everything feels unreal, like

believe me, why don't you pinch me and see?" Stephen said with a warm smile

I know it hurts if I

if you pinched yourself," Stephen said, his eyes lighting up

She then said

said gently as he

were bright and clear, reflecting Stephen's handsome face. She pursed her lips and asked,

roads were in worse condition than I expected. I only arrived at Haverford at around 3:00 am. The city's in better shape as most of the water there

the closer I got to this area, the worse it became.