His Unveiled Passion novel Chapter 178

The silence in the room was absolute, making the vibration of the phone sound particularly clear. Stephen glanced at the screen. It was Tessa calling.

His gaze darkened slightly as he picked up. His voice was hoarse. "Hello, Tessa."

Hearing his raspy voice, Tessa immediately asked with concern, "What's wrong? Did something happen on your way back?"

"No."

A brief silence followed.

Tessa hesitated before softly reporting, "I've arrived safely. The journey was smooth, and this place is well-hidden. The lady taking care of me is kind and attentive. Everything is fine."

But she swallowed the words, "Except I can't see you. Except I miss you terribly and can't stop worrying about you."

Now wasn't the time for sentimentality. Stephen still had important things to do. All she could do was listen to him and stay put, just as he had asked.

Stephen gave a hum of acknowledgment. Tessa noticed his unusual coldness today. Perhaps he was still processing everything that had happened earlier.

She hesitated. "I'll hang up now. You must be busy."

Stephen tilted his head back, staring blankly out the window at the blinding sunlight. His eyes reddened as he forced the words out. "Let's break up."

There was no room for hesitation. Ralph was right. The Yates family was in legitimate business. They couldn't withstand James' ruthless tactics.

Every extra day Stephen hesitated, the danger to them grew.

Tessa froze. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came. A tear slipped down her cheek before she even realized it.

After a long pause, Tessa's lips trembled as she choked out, "Is it because you're afraid of implicating me?"

"No. I just realized…"

Stephen took a deep breath, forcing himself to suppress the tears threatening to escape.

He continued,

Tessa didn't want to cry, but she simply couldn't stop.

The winter night fell early. By a little past six, the sun had already set.

A soft knocking sounded at the door.

"Ms. Yates, it's time for dinner," the housekeeper called gently from outside.

Tessa sniffled, her voice hoarse. "I'm not hungry."

Perhaps the housekeeper hadn't heard her clearly, as she knocked again. "Ms. Yates, are you asleep?"

Tessa wiped her tears, got out of bed, and straightened her hair and clothes before walking to the door.

"I don't have much of an appetite tonight. Please go ahead and eat without me."