His Unveiled Passion novel Chapter 114

Tessa blinked at Stephen, momentarily dazed. "Why are you still here?"

And more importantly—why had he gone to the trouble of preparing such a feast?

Stephen casually untied his apron. "I figured you'd wake up hungry, so I picked up some groceries and made lunch."

Tessa rubbed her eyes, her sleepy voice unintentionally stirring something deep in his chest. "Well, aren't you just the perfect husband?"

"Only for you," Stephen murmured, his gaze warm and unwavering.

With a gentle push, he escorted her toward the bathroom. "Tess, be good. Go freshen up first."

After washing up, Tessa returned to the dining table, where a mouthwatering spread awaited her.

Stephen had prepared three dishes and a stew—roasted broccoli, fried chicken, spicy shrimp skewers, and a hearty pork and potato stew. Every single one was her favorite.

Having skipped breakfast, she was absolutely famished.

Now fully awake, she picked up her cutlery and eagerly took a bite.

Stephen sat across from her, his gaze full of affection as he watched Tessa eat.

"Is it to your taste?" he asked softly.

"Mhm!" Tessa nodded enthusiastically. "Your cooking is always my favorite."

"Stephen, you should eat too. Don't go hungry," she continued, her eyes twinkling.

Stephen chuckled. "Tess."

"What?" she asked, meeting his gaze.

His smile deepened, his almond eyes filled with tenderness. "Watching you eat is enough to satisfy me."

Without hesitation, she snatched the cup beside her and flung it at the bodyguard.

The porcelain smashed against his forehead, shards biting into his skin. Blood trickled down his face, yet he stood motionless.

"Make sure Susan doesn't live to talk. Only dead men keep secrets," Jacqueline spat.

"Yes," the bodyguard replied.

"Now get out of my sight."

Without hesitation, the man turned and strode out.

Jacqueline's eyes grew cold as she stared at the shattered porcelain on the floor.

"Susan, don't blame me for being ruthless," she mused. "Blame it on your own bad luck. And don't worry—once you're gone, your father won't be far behind."