His Unveiled Passion

Chapter 498

Hazel answered the video call but immediately turned off the camera. Then, she lunged toward Stephen again in an attempt to embrace him.

The phone was facing away from him, so he couldn't see the video interface, nor did he notice that the phone in her hand was his own.

As she pressed herself against him and held up the phone, his heavy, erratic breathing was clearly recorded.

Just as she was about to fall into his arms again, Stephen pushed her away once

more.

Hazel let out a series of moans, deliberately making them sound scandalous. "Mr. Jacobson, be gentle... It hurts... Ah... Slower, please..."

The pain was real, but she didn't want Tessa to realize that. She intentionally blended her moans with seductive gasps, creating the illusion of desire. It was all meant to provoke Tessa, to stir jealousy, to push her past her limits.

Sure enough, the video call from Tessa was quickly disconnected.

At the same time, Stephen finally noticed that the phone in Hazel's hand was his own. He snatched it away immediately.

The screen still showed the recently ended video call on WhatsApp. His expression darkened to something truly terrifying.

He tried to call Tessa back, but a message popped up.

"This user has not added you as a friend. You cannot initiate a video call."

Tessa had blocked him.

filled with fury, a look

disgusted by her and didn't want to touch her at all. He immediately called Samson and ordered him to come upstairs and

in his veins

her shameless seduction during the few minutes before Samson arrived. She even stripped

much as glance at her. Instead, he walked over to the side table, grabbed a fruit knife, and without hesitation, sliced a gash into the palm of his own hand. The pain gave him

on the spot at the sight

voice, "Mr. Jacobson, I am so sorry. This was

believe what he had just witnessed. That woman had actually drugged Stephen and tried to climb into his

a disaster. He was completely doomed. Completely

red.

inside him

this woman out

gaze dropped and caught sight of Stephen's left hand. His heart skipped

red blood was dripping from the tips of his fingers. A patch of the wool carpet beneath him

his right hand, Stephen was still holding the fruit knife, its blade glistening with fresh

had chosen to

ét

to resist the drug's effects. He had slashed

relying on physical

suppress the overwhelming desire.