His Unveiled Passion novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Quentin clicked his tongue, pretending to be annoyed. “How can you say that? It’s not cheesy–It’s called high–EQ social skills.”

“Boring.” Naomi commented, pulling Tessa Inside. “Tess, let’s go. Don’t mind him.”

Semna quietly sat down next to Henry, “Hi, Henry.”

“Hello,” Henry murmured, giving a slight nod.

Tessa sat next to stephen. “Stephen, have you been waiting long?”

Stephen’s voice was soft. “No, we just antved.”

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to the girl beside him. “Why don’t you greet her?”

His tone carried a subtle reproach.

The girl pouted and reluctantly replied, “Ms. Yates, hello”

Stephen glanced at her with a cold, sweeping look, his brows furrowing slightly.

“Who is she?” Tessa asked, tilting her head with a hint of curiosity in her almond–shaped eyes.

Stephen’s voice was distant and cold. “My sister, Jacqueline.”

So, this was Jacobson’s adopted daughter, Jacqueline.

Tessa had heard of her but was meeting her for the first time.

Jacqueline hadn’t been raised in the main house and had spent several years studying abroad. No one knew she had returned.

“Jacqueline, Tess is my future wife, your sister–in–law. How could you greet her with such an attitude?” A cold glint flickered in Stephen’s eyes, his voice low and commanding. “Who taught you to act like that?”

“I’m sorry, Stephen, Jacqueline apologized quickly.

Jacqueline’s gaze hardened. “You don’t have to.”

Maori rolled her eyes and scoffed, muttering under her breath, “Stop pretending.”

Though she had never interacted with Jacqueline before, her instincts told her that Jacqueline was not someone to be underestimated. Jacqueline’s animosity toward Tessa was unanistakable.

Naomi quietly mocked Jacqueline, and though no one else could hear, Quentin, sitting right next to her, caught every word.

He gently pinched Naomi’s arm under the table. “Don’t do that Jacqueline is Stephen’s sister, after all. Show some respect.”

Naomi winced at the pinch, then shot Quentina fierce glare. In a swift move, she grabbed his arm, squeezing it tightly as she sought her revenge.

“Don’t even think about pinching me again,” she warned, her eyes flashing with defiance.

He yelped in pain “Alright, alright, Let go. You’re hurting me.

At that moment, the door swing open “Sorry, I was caught intrattle.