His Unveiled Passion

Chapter 16

Noticing Tessa's discomfort, Stephen offered gently, "Take a look around and let me know if you need anything. I'm heading upstairs to take a shower."

"wait"Tessa called out.

He paused and tumed around. "What is it?"

She opened her backpack and handed him a bottle of milk. "Stephen, could you have this tested? I think something's wrong with it.'

Has expression tightened as he looked at the bottle. "Do you think someone's trying to hurt you?"

She nodded solemnly. "I think so, but I'm not sure. It's better to be cautions,"

"Alright, I'll take care of it."

Stephen pulled out his phone and made a call.

"Come here. I have something for you to take care of," he said curtly before walking away and disappearing around the corner.

Tessa let out a quiet breath, timally able to relax.

When she had handed him the milk, their eyes had met. His dark, intense gaze had made her heart skip a beat.

His eyes were stunning, but it wasn't just that. His entire face seemed like a work of art, and every time she looked at him, her heart would race uncontrollably. Once Stephen left. Tessa began inspecting the suite.

There were clear signs that someone had been living here. Personal belongings were scattered around the living room.

It was odd. It didn't seem like Stephen had booked this suite on a whim. He must come here often. Wasn't he supposed to always be in Rivertown, though?

Tessa decided not to dwell on it. It wasn't her business. She placed her luggage in the bedroom and immediately realized she had forgotten to pack her slippers. Just as she considered asking Stephen for a spare pair, the doorbell rang.

Tessa opened the door.

A hotel attendant, holding a tray in one hand and a bag in the other, greeted her. "Hello, I'm here to deliver something for Mr. Jacobson."

Tessa took the tray and the bag. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

After closing the door, she glanced at the warm milk in her hand, feeling puzzled. Did Stephen also have a habit of drinking warm milk before bed? What coincidence

She set the milk on the table and opened the bag he had brought over. Inside were a new pair of women's slippers, two fresh towels, and some toiletries. They were clearly meant for her. A gentle warmth spread through her chest. Stephen really was thoughtful.

"Did everything arrive?" Stephen's voice came from the top of the stairs.

"Yes, thank you, Stephen."

Tessa looked up, her eyes meeting him. An unfamiliar feeling stirred within her.

He wasn't just her neighborly older brother. He was also her fiancé.

As he descended the stairs, he explained, "I ordered the milk for you.

"Huh?" Tessa looked up, startled. "I thought it was for you."

"I don't drink milk. It's for you," he replied calmly.

with that, be opened the door. Standing outside was the assistant Tessa had seen earlier in the lobby. "Send this milk for testing," Stephen instructed.

Yes, Mr. Jacobson," the assistant responded,

Stephen closed the door and turned back, only to find Tessa watching him.

Herclear, bright eyes were filled with curiosity, reminding lain of a small, inquisitive animal. His heart skipped a beat.

He walked over and gently ruffled her hair, the gesture affectionate and familiar, just like when she was a child. "Get some test tonight, I'll wake you up tomorrow moming."

"I'm getting up at 10:00 am, "Tessa replied, looking up at him from the couch