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 fun to tease

Quentin was currently pinning Naomi against the bedroom door

free, but Quentin held her tightly in place, not allowing her to push

up and

a knock at

them froze in

mother, Mary Wright, called out from the other side of the door, "Naomi? Quentin? Are

was something wrong with Mary's tone. It sounded

her mother would usually call her "Mimi",

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. She then said, "We're

word and simply waited outside in

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

she quickly murmured, "My mom probably has caught on to something. Just follow

of it if anything

was still nervous. Although she knew that such

she was not

door, they saw Mary standing outside with a dark expression

called out, but before she

a crisp slap to

loud slap echoed throughout the

her hard in her fury and

cheek immediately turned a vivid

alright?" Quentin rushed to check on her, his heart breaking after

tears pooled

coldly and asked, "Since when

eyes and said calmly, "Mary, I was the one who

mad, you should take it

gaze remained cold as she retorted, "I have no right to control what you do, so I can only deal with my daughter. You should just

can discipline Naomi, but you can't hit her again," Quentin said without

my daughter. What I do to her has nothing to do with

move. His gaze had also turned cold as he said, "She's my girlfriend. It's my duty to protect her. Mary, no one can hurt her

her brother! What you two are doing