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.

He smiled to himself. It was quite fun to tease Tessa.

At the Taylor residence, Quentin was currently pinning Naomi against the bedroom door as he kissed her deeply.

Naomi struggled to break free, but Quentin held her tightly in place, not allowing her to push him away.

Very soon, Naomi gave up and lost herself in the passionate kiss.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

Both of them froze in place.

Naomi's mother, Mary Wright, called out from the other side of the door, "Naomi? Quentin? Are you two inside?"

Naomi immediately sensed that there was something wrong with Mary's tone. It sounded like she was trying her best to suppress her emotions.

Besides, her mother would usually call her "Mimi", while calling Quentin by his nickname, "Quinn".

Mary had 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 here, Mom. Give us a second."

Mary did not say another word and simply waited outside in silence.

Naomi pushed Quentin off her and took out a wet wipe to wipe away the lipstick smudges on his lips. Then, she quickly turned to the mirror to touch up her lipstick.

As she reapplied her lipstick, she quickly murmured, "My mom probably has caught on to something. Just follow my lead."

"Don't worry, Naomi. I'll take the brunt of it if anything happens," Quentin said seriously.

Naomi was still nervous. Although she knew that such a day would come when

the cat jumped out of the bag, she was not ready to face it yet.

Once she opened the door, they saw Mary standing outside with a dark expression on her face.

"Mom-" Naomi called out, but before she could finish her sentence, Mary cut her

off with a crisp slap to her face.

The loud slap echoed throughout the room.

Mary had struck her hard in her fury and could not control her strength.

Naomi's cheek immediately turned a vivid red.

"Naomi, are you alright?" Quentin rushed to check on her, his heart breaking after seeing her get slapped.

Hand on her cheek, tears pooled in Naomi's eyes.

Mary looked at them coldly and asked, "Since when did this start?"

Pulling Naomi to stand behind him, Quentin met Mary's eyes and said calmly, "Mary, I was the one who made the first move. You can't

blame Naomi for this. If you're mad, you should take it out on me instead." sŵnovel

Mary's 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 tell your dad about it. He's on his way home."

"Alright. You can discipline Naomi, but you can't hit her again," Quentin said without fear.

Scoffing, Mary looked at him as fury flooded her gaze. "She's my daughter. What I do to her has nothing to do with you! Now, step aside!"

Quentin refused to 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 with me here!"

"Quentin, you're supposed to be her brother! What you two are doing now is called incest!" Mary exclaimed sharply.

Quentin replied, "We're not blood-related."

Laughing angrily, Mary retorted, "I'm legally married to your father, so that makes her your stepsister! That

means the two of you are step-siblings. In case you weren't already aware, step-siblings are still considered siblings!"noveldrama

"Then, we won't be siblings anymore. I don't want to be her brother anyway,"

Quentin said with a smirk on his face.

Furious, Mary exclaimed, "What are you trying to say?"

"It means that you can always divorce my dad. That way, Naomi and I won't be siblings anymore," Quentin replied as he looked at her sharply.

"You... You..." Mary was enraged. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and even her breathing had faltered. She was so angry that she kept stammering and was unable to finish her sentence.

Quentin said coldly, "Mary, your

marriage with my dad has been dead for years now. These past few years, you two would put on acts for people acting all sweet and lovey-dovey. In truth, both of you are seeing different people. Am I right?"

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Mary's eyes widened in shock, and she subconsciously asked, "How do you know?"

Sneering, Quentin remained calm and answered, "I've investigated the two of you

a long time ago. You're currently involved with Mr. Dawson, the CEO of Skyton Group.

"Meanwhile, my dad is cozying up with a female college student and streamer."

Mary's eyes widened in shock. "Since when did you know about all this?"

"I started the investigation when I decided I wanted to be with Naomi."

"Quentin, how dare you hire someone to investigate your dad and me! We're your parents!" Mary snapped.

There was a scary look in Quentin's eyes as he said, "So what if you two are my parents?"

"You brat!" Mary was seething now.

However, Quentin's dad, Benjamin Taylor, returned home at that moment.