His Unveiled Passion novel Chapter 110
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Once Stephen was sure that Tessa was deep asleep and would not cause a ruckus anymore, he quietly tiptoed out to the living room.
Her apartment consisted of two bedrooms and a living room, but the other bedroom was empty.
Hence, he could only make do with the couch.
It was deep into the night, and he fell asleep soundly.
…
Early the next morning, Tessa, who maintained a consistent sleep schedule, woke up at her usual time just as it was sunrise.
However, her head was pounding due to her hangover, and it took her some time for her to come to her senses.
She could only remember going to dinner with her colleagues and heading to the bar to have a few drinks after that.
Due to her low alcohol tolerance, she blacked out after having just a few cups.
However, Tessa could vaguely remember a man coming up to her, and how she had clung onto that man, telling him a bunch of nonsense.
With that thought in mind, she immediately shuddered and sobered up. A wave of panic surged through her as she thought about how she would have to explain things to Stephen if he found out about it.
Would he be jealous?
She wasn't afraid that he'd be mad. She was just afraid that he would misunderstand her and feel upset over the incident. She cared about him and did not want him feeling sad either.
Tessa lifted the blanket and got out of bed. Suddenly, she noticed the clothes she was wearing.
Why was she in her pajamas? When did she change into her pajamas? How did she get home last night?
Tessa pushed open the bedroom door, getting ready to shower when she saw a person lying on her couch.
The man was covered with a blanket, his feet resting on the armrest of the couch. His eyes were closed, while his chin was slightly tilted, and his jawline looked sharp and defined.
It was Stephen! Why was he here?
Oh, God!
Did he go to the bar last night to take her home? Wouldn't that mean that he had seen her clinging onto another man…
She tried to recall what had happened, but no matter how hard she tried, she just could not remember what that man looked like.
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