His Unveiled Passion

The icy blue Bentley Continental GT was a breathtaking sight, its distinctive color catching Tessa's eye instantly.

She admired the car.

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A man in a suit stepped out respectfully and handed her the keys. "Ms. Yates, this car is a gift from Mr. Jacobson."

Tessa accepted the keys, her heart stirring slightly.

Stephen was truly generous. This car was worth over four million.

"Thank you," she replied.

"You're welcome. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave." The man gave a polite bow, his demeanor respectful.

"Okay."

As soon as the man left, she received a call from Stephen.

"How do you like the car?" he asked, his tone casual, as if he were simply inquiring about her meal.

A four-million-dollar car, mentioned as nonchalantly as if it were a head of cabbage from the market.

In their social circle, such lavish gifts for a fiancée were common. But since she had been living a simple

life for the past three years, she felt a little disconnected from that world and found herself taken aback by the gesture.

"I love it. Thank you, Stephen," Tessa replied.

"I'm glad you like it. I remembered you like blue," Stephen said, his voice deep and laced with a subtle charm.

Tessa was taken aback. "How did you know?"

As far as she could recall, she had never mentioned to Stephen that she liked blue.

Stephen chuckled softly on the other end of the line. "When I tutored you that year, your notebooks and pencil case were all light blue," he said.

Tessa was surprised he remembered such a small detail.

She did love blue, and she had been captivated when she first laid eyes on the light blue Bentley.

"The moment I saw this car, I knew you'd love it," Stephen said warmly. "It's a smaller model, perfect for a woman. Why don't you give it a try?"

"Sure. I'll try it later."

After hanging up the phone, Tessa sat in the car, her hands gripping the steering wheel. She didn't start the engine right away, and her mind was swirling with mixed emotions.

Though she had her driver's license and had been behind the wheel plenty of times over the past three years, she had always driven Zachary's car.

Meanwhile, her car remained untouched, gathering dust in the underground garage of Rivertown Villa. For the past three years with Zachary, Tessa often felt more like his chauffeur than his girlfriend.

Zachary loved to party, and whenever he went out drinking and didn't want to drive, he would call her to pick him up.

She had also heard from Zachary's friends that when he broke up with his ex-girlfriend, he had gifted her a BMW worth over 800,000 dollars.

Despite knowing that Tessa's job required frequent travel for court hearings, client meetings, and

negotiations, Zachary had never offered to buy her a car.

It wasn't that Tessa was interested in his car, but when she compared Zachary to Stephen, the difference in their care and attention was striking.

Zachary's affection always felt somewhat insincere.

As Tessa was lost in thought, she suddenly heard a scream.

"Wow! This car is absolutely gorgeous! I've always dreamed of owning one, but I just couldn't bring myself

to do it," Wendy's voice echoed.

Tessa glanced out the window and spotted Wendy and Zachary not far off.

They were walking toward the car.

Wendy hadn't expected to find her dream car, a glacial blue Bentley Continental, parked right outside Zachary's house.

It was the car she'd always longed for, the one she thought she'd never have.

Although her family had always been on friendly terms with the Gomez family, they were far from wealthy. At best, they were middle class.

With her father's company facing financial struggles in recent years, they were now relying on her

marriage to the Gomez family to secure some support from the Gomez Group.

As she caught sight of the car, Wendy couldn't conceal her excitement. She walked over and touched it repeatedly, as though she had never seen such luxury before.

"Zachary, take a picture of me."

Standing next to the car, Wendy was adjusting her hair and admiring her reflection in the tinted window. The glass was one-way, allowing those inside to see out but obscuring the view from the outside.

Tessa, sitting in the driver's seat, watched Wendy with a look of amusement, as though she were observing a monkey at the zoo.

Just as Wendy was lost in her self-admiration, Tessa rolled down the window, and their eyes met. "Hello," Tessa greeted her with a sweet smile.

Wendy was stunned.

"Tessa? Why are you here?" Wendy asked, looking as though she'd seen a ghost.

At that moment, Zachary walked up to the car.

Seeing Tessa inside, he frowned. "Why did you rent a Bentley?" he asked, assuming without question that she had rented the car.

Wendy recovered and put on a mocking smile. "Ms. Yates, renting a luxury car like this for a photo shoot isn't exactly cheap, is it? I bet just one picture costs as much as your monthly salary."

Zachary's frown deepened, and his disdain was unmistakable. "Tessa, you're renting this car for a photo? Are you out of your mind?"

Wendy laughed. "Yeah, Ms. Yates, we all know how much you earn. Even if you post a picture on social media, people will just think you're showing off. What's the point?"

Tessa looked at Wendy with amusement. "You seem to know a lot about renting luxury cars. Have you ever rented one yourself?"

The smile on Wendy's face faded because she had done so.

Back then, all the socialites were showing off their cars and designer bags on social media, and Wendy couldn't help but feel envious. She begged her father to buy her a luxury car, but he told her they couldn't afford it and advised her not to compare herself to others.

Determined to outshine her friends, she rented a Lamborghini and took countless photos to post online. Now, when she thought about it, the embarrassment she had once felt from being exposed had faded, replaced by a sense of relief.

She had rented a Lamborghini that cost over a million, far more expensive than the car Tessa had rented. Although she had indeed rented it, she would never admit that to Zachary.

Tilting her chin up, Wendy replied with a hint of arrogance, "I don't need to rent one. The Lamborghini I drove while abroad was far more expensive than yours."

Tessa raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? Then, why haven't I ever seen you driving it?"

Without missing a beat, Wendy lied smoothly, "I got tired of it. Sports cars are cool, but they're not really practical for women. I actually just bought a Panamera. I'll bring it over for you to take photos, no charge." Her tone dripped with disdain.

It was true that she had a Panamera, but it was a second-hand car that someone had traded in.

Her family's financial situation had taken a serious turn for the worse. Her father's business had been

losing money year after year, and they had even been forced to mortgage their mansion.

If it weren't for her desire to impress Zachary, she wouldn't have splurged on a car just to keep up appearances.

"Oh," Tessa drawled, "I see. You wanted to take a photo, didn't you? How about I let you borrow mine?" Wendy's expression darkened. "That won't be necessary."

Zachary stepped in, saying, "Tessa, I never knew you were so vain."