His Unveiled Passion

Chapter 429

The haunted house was dimly lit with eerie red lights hanging overhead. Creepy music assailed their ears from hidden speakers, sending chills down their spines. Tessa and Stephen were walking down the path together.

In the beginning, Tessa was only slightly scared and wasn't as terrified as Quentin.

However, her bravery was scattered to the wind when a ghost suddenly fell upon them.

The ghost was wearing a wedding dress, and her hair was a mess. Her face was a deathly shade of white, and tears of blood rolled down her cheeks. The ghost hovered midair, her dull eyes locking with Tessa's.

Tessa screamed and instinctively threw herself into Stephen's arms.

Stephen swatted the ghost away and wrapped his arms around Tessa. Then, he gently comforted her, saying softly, "It's alright, Tess. It's not real. It's just a prop." The ghost wasn't even human.

Tessa remained in Stephen's embrace, trembling in fear.

Stephen continued to hug her, softly patting her back. He soothed her frayed nerves, murmuring words of comfort. "There, there. Don't be scared."

It took a while for Tessa to calm down.

She distanced herself from Stephen's arms and whispered, "I'm so sorry about that. I was startled, and I just..."

"It's alright," Stephen replied. His voice was filled with concern as he asked, "Are you okay? We can leave if you aren't."

"I'm fine. It was just so sudden, so I..." she trailed off, her voice barely audible toward the end.

tell that Tessa was

didn't make a comment about her state of mind. He

holding Tessa's

the warm sensation against

she relaxed a

didn't draw her hand away. Instead, she allowed him to hold her hand, leading her down the path in

earlier had left a lingering

trudge forward reluctantly and cautiously, rightfully afraid that yet another ghost would scare

noticed her unease. So, he stayed vigilant, keeping a keen eye on

walked a short distance,

It was about to

pulled her into his arms just in the

the same moment, another ghost dressed

circled around them slowly,

The ghost was merely a staff wearing a pair of

look."

her head and pressed ker face against his chest, shielding her

his embrace. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest,

could you let us pass?"

in white skidded to a

had spoken to her so politely, and she'd been