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.

as time seemed to have paused. Stephen didn't dare to move, afraid that

them spoke, and it felt like a century

first thing Tessa saw was Stephen's Adam apple bobbing as

and his

gaze and looked away. She then mumbled, "Didn't I tell you not to come? Why did you still

dashing, and his voice was as warm and soft as a spring breeze. "I came here

she looked at him without

apart?" Stephen

soft as

believe me, why don't you pinch me and

would I know it hurts if

would hurt if you pinched yourself,"

his chest. She then said flirtatiously, "That's enough now.

the truth," he said gently as he

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

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

closer I got to this area,