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 quite

pinning Naomi against the bedroom door as he kissed her

Quentin held her tightly in place, not

gave up and lost herself

a

them froze in

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

something wrong with Mary's tone. It sounded like she was trying her best to suppress

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

skipped a beat, but she quickly composed herself and calmed

say another word and

out a wet wipe to wipe away the lipstick smudges on his lips. Then, she quickly turned

she quickly murmured, "My mom probably has caught

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

still nervous. Although she knew that such a day would

of the bag, she was

they saw Mary standing outside with a dark expression on her

Naomi called out, but before she could finish her

with a crisp slap to her

echoed

struck her hard in her fury and could

turned a

rushed to check on her, his heart breaking after seeing

her cheek, tears pooled in Naomi's

at them coldly and asked, "Since

Mary's eyes and said calmly, "Mary, I

you should take it out on me

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

You can discipline Naomi, but you can't hit

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

girlfriend. It's my duty to protect

you're supposed to be her brother! What you two are doing