His Unveiled Passion

Tessa ended the call, and Stephen said, "You don't need to pay for your friends. I've already waived all their expenses."

"That won't do. They came out to accompany me last night, so it's only fair that I thank them by treating them to something nice," Tessa explained.

Smiling, Stephen replied, "Alright."

After a while, Naomi called again to check in on Tessa and ask if she was feeling any better. She only felt reassured after Tessa told her that she was fine and was already feeling much better.

Tessa proceeded to spend the whole afternoon with Stephen.

Stephen's villa had a private home theater, equipped with a ceiling filled with faux stars, massage chairs, plush couches, and even a bed.

They had chosen a classic romance movie and sat in their respective massage chairs. There were carts filled with pastries, snacks, and drinks beside them.

Tessa enjoyed the massage while watching the movie. Sighing contentedly, she exclaimed, "This feels so good!"

"Tess," Stephen suddenly called out to her.

Tessa turned to him and asked, "Yes? What's wrong?"

"Why don't you come work out with me at the gym later?"

"I don't want to. I want to enjoy myself," Tessa rejected him almost immediately.

Amused, Stephen retorted, "You should work out a little. Otherwise, your stamina won't hold."

Tessa immediately caught the hidden innuendo and blushed. "Stephen!"

He burst out laughing, seemingly in a very good mood. In truth, Tessa was in great shape. She had done some training before, so she was considerably fit.

Once Stephen had gotten a taste of Tessa, his desire for her had only intensified. Besides, his stamina and strength far surpassed that of ordinary men.

He would go at it for at least three rounds, and each would last incredibly long. Even when Tessa cried out that she had had enough, he still wouldn't stop.

Stephen had always treated Tessa with gentleness and patience, except when they were in bed.

Ignoring him, Tessa turned her focus back to the movie.

It was

was currently pinning Naomi against the

struggled to break free, but Quentin held her tightly in

up and lost herself

there was a knock at

them froze

called out from the other side of the door, "Naomi? Quentin? Are you

there was something wrong with Mary's tone. It sounded like she was trying

usually call her "Mimi", while calling Quentin by his

had used their first names today, which was quite out of character for her. Naomi's heart skipped a beat, but she quickly composed herself and calmed her breathing.

another word and simply waited outside

the lipstick smudges on his lips. Then, she quickly

mom probably has

Naomi. I'll take the brunt of it if anything happens," Quentin

was still nervous. Although she knew that such a

out of the bag, she

opened the door, they saw Mary standing outside with a

but before she could finish

a crisp slap to

loud slap echoed throughout

hard in her fury and could

immediately turned

you alright?" Quentin rushed to check on her,

her cheek, tears

them coldly and asked,

Naomi to stand behind him, Quentin met Mary's eyes and said calmly, "Mary, I was the one who made the first move. You

Naomi for this. If you're mad, you should take it out on

"I have no right to control what you do, so I can only deal with my daughter.

but you can't hit her again," Quentin

looked at him as fury flooded her gaze. "She's my daughter. What I do to her has nothing to

gaze had also turned cold as he said, "She's my girlfriend. It's

supposed to be her brother! What you two are doing