His Unveiled Passion

Jacqueline was brought back from the brink of death and lay in the base's infirmary. Although she had been rescued, she was still barely clinging to life.

When Lawrence came to report the situation, Tessa had just finished taking a bath. She walked out of the bedroom into the living room, wearing a silk camisole nightdress. She wanted to ask Stephen if there was any hot milk, as she was used to drinking a cup before going to bed.

When she pushed open the door, she found herself making eye contact with Lawrence. Lawrence quickly averted his gaze, and he stuttered, his demeanor filled with tension.

"M-Mr. Jacobson, that's the situation... How should we handle Jacqueline next?"

Lawrence thought to himself, "I'm doomed. I just saw Mrs. Jacobson right after her bath. Mr. Jacobson is definitely going to dig my eyes out. Oh heavens, save me..."

It turned out that Lawrence's fear was justified.

Fresh out of the bath, Tessa looked as pure and radiant as a lotus blooming from water. Her face was fresh and beautiful, her skin glowed with a rosy sheen, and a few damp strands of hair clung to her forehead.

She looked both innocent and alluring. Her large eyes were bright and dewy, capturing attention without her even realizing it.

What made the situation even more dangerous was that the room was heated, and Tessa was only wearing a silk nightdress. The dress perfectly highlighted her curves, accentuating her graceful figure.

Lawrence had barely glanced at her for two seconds before he felt the temperature around Stephen plummet as if the air itself had turned icy.

A cold shiver ran down Lawrence's spine.

Stephen's deep, dark eyes glowed with a chilling light. "Have you seen enough?" He'd uttered just four words, but Lawrence was already drenched in cold sweat. "No, no," he stammered.

Lawrence's original intention was to say he hadn't looked and didn't want to look. But in Stephen's ears, it sounded like he meant something entirely different.

"Hm? Haven't seen enough? Do you want to keep looking?" Stephen narrowed his eyes, his expression showing clear displeasure.

Lawrence swallowed hard and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. "No, Mr. Jacobson. meant that I didn't look, and I didn't intend to look. I-I'll be going now."

Stephen's cold silence was enough of a warning, signaling him to leave.

Lawrence quickly turned and ran off.

Watching Lawrence flee in panic, Tessa asked curiously, "What's wrong with him? What was that about seeing or not seeing? What were you talking about?"noveldrama

Tessa wasn't thinking along the same lines at all. She wore underwear beneath her nightdress which was conservatively designed with a hem below her knees and a modest neckline. It looked no different from a casual slip dress one could wear outside.

She hadn't realized that her appearance would trigger Stephen's possessiveness

if another man saw her like this.

Stephen's dark expression faded as he looked into Tessa's innocent and puzzled eyes. The ice in his gaze instantly melted away.

He beckoned to Tessa, and she obediently walked over and sat down on the couch beside him.

Stephen pulled her into his arms. "Are you sleepy?"

"Not really. I'd like some hot milk."

Stephen's eyes softened. "Alright, I'll heat some up for you."

"How is... Jacqueline?" Tessa asked, not out of concern for Jacqueline but

because she didn't want Stephen's hands stained with blood.

"She won't die."

Those three simple words left no doubt about Stephen's utter indifference toward Jacqueline.

"Oh," Tessa replied, unsure of what else to say.

Stephen gently pinched Tessa's cheek gently. "I'll go warm up some milk for you."

Tessa was staying overnight at the

base. The base was large, about the

size of an industrial park, and the

most luxurious building waso

Stephen's private residence.

Tessa was staying in Stephen's master bedroom. Inside the wardrobe, all the

women's clothing was in her size.