His Unveiled Passion novel Chapter 107

Tessa's voice had become soft after drinking, and she would raise her pitch slightly after every sentence. It was extremely charming.

Stephen's body instantly tensed, and the heat surging through his body immediately increased tenfold.

Down the stage, Jasmine's eyes were shining as she eagerly recorded the scene before her. She then nudged a female colleague beside her eagerly, saying, "This is amazing! My ship has sailed! Let's go!"

Jasmine loved to surf the internet during her free time and would often mention the memes she saw online.

The female colleague nodded enthusiastically, adding, "She's so beautiful, and he's so handsome. They're like the perfect couple! Our ship has sailed!"

Quentin sat at the back and smacked his hand against his forehead, looking exasperated by the situation.

"I must be a masochist! I can't believe I followed him here just to watch them act all affectionate with each other. I must really be touch-deprived."

Stephen remained frozen in place for a full ten seconds, completely stunned by how Tessa had addressed him. After finally snapping out of it, he quickly realized he needed to get her off the stage.

He bent down and carried her bridal style, stepping off the stage.

Tessa instinctively wrapped her arms around Stephen's neck, tilting her head back in his embrace, and stared at his face.

How can someone be this good-looking? He looked like he walked straight out of a comic book.

Completely entranced, Tessa stared at him dreamily. Suddenly, she started blurting out nonsense again as she giggled. "Stay with me for the night. I'm really rich. I can give you as much as you want…"

Stephen happened to walk past Quentin as she said those words.

Quentin could not hold back his laughter and burst out in uncontrollable laughter. "Tess, are you saying that you want to pay him to sleep with him?"

Stephen's face immediately darkened as he looked at Quentin sharply.

Quentin immediately zipped his lips and even made a locking motion at his mouth to show he would not say another word.

Before Stephen could answer her, Tessa, still nestled in his arms, continued to stare at him, and giggled adorably. Then, she dropped yet another bombshell on him.

Quentin, Henry, Jasmine, and the others all widened their eyes in shock, not wanting to miss the show before them.

After all, Tessa would never ask for a kiss in public while sober. Even Stephen himself was taken aback.

The Drunk Tessa was so proactive that she felt somewhat unfamiliar.

"Kiss me…" Her flushed face inched closer, her lips nearly brushing against his.

Her warm breath sent waves of heat surging through his body. His heart was pounding, his limbs tingling, and his knees were buckling.

He pressed his lips together tightly, forcing himself to suppress his feelings. Avoiding her intense gaze, he turned his head away. "Tess, stop messing around."

Tessa giggled softly, rubbing her face against his like a kitten. Then, in a crisp, clear voice, she said, "Oh, you're Stephen. Only you would say my name so gently."

At that moment, Stephen felt his heart melt.