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.

a look

leave. He was utterly disgusted by her and didn't want to touch her at all. He immediately called

drug's effect was intensifying. The fire burning in his veins was threatening to strip away what was left of

few minutes before Samson arrived. She even stripped off her

walked over to the side table, grabbed a fruit knife, and without hesitation, sliced a gash into the palm of his own hand.

spot at the sight of Hazel standing there in

a trembling voice, "Mr. Jacobson, I

believe what he had just witnessed. That woman had actually drugged Stephen

was a disaster. He was completely doomed. Completely

had turned an unnatural red. His

rage burning inside him was

woman out

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

from the tips of his fingers. A patch of the wool carpet beneath him was already stained

still holding the fruit knife, its

chosen to inflict

ét

to resist the drug's effects. He had slashed

on physical

suppress the overwhelming desire.