His Unveiled Passion novel Chapter 192

Nancy casually ran her fingers through her hair, then slipped her arm through Stephen's with a clear declaration of ownership. "You must be Ms. Yates, right? Nice to meet you. I'm Nancy, Steve's girlfriend."

Steve. Girlfriend.

Tessa lowered her gaze, and her eyes fixed on Nancy's hand resting on Stephen's arm. A sharp sting pierced her chest.

Stephen stood still and briefly looked down at the hand hooked around his arm. His Adam's apple bobbed as if he wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come out.

Naomi couldn't take it anymore. She stormed over and yanked Nancy's hand away. "Get your hand off him!"

"If you want to show off your affection, do it somewhere else! This isn't the place for your PDA!" Naomi's face flushed red with anger, her big eyes blazing. "What? The great heir of the Jacobson family can't afford a hotel room?"

That one hit below the belt.

Quentin's eyes widened. He quickly stepped in to mediate.

"Come on, calm down. There's no need to make such a scene. We're all friends here. Let's not get ugly."

Naomi struggled against him. "Let go! Don't hold me back!"

Quentin tightened his grip and frantically shot her warning looks.

Nancy, however, remained unfazed. She simply smiled and turned to Stephen to talk in a soft voice. "Steve, it seems like your friends don't really welcome us. How about we get a room for just the two of us?"

She truly lived up to her title as a movie queen—every smile and glance was perfectly executed, capturing the delicate balance between innocence and manipulation.

Tessa's chest tightened painfully at those words. Her doe-like eyes quickly welled up with tears, and her nose tingled with the urge to cry. But she refused to let herself break down in front of Stephen and Nancy.

Her gaze stubbornly clung to Stephen's. Her voice trembled a little, but she tried to sound calm. "Stephen… You must have your reasons, right? Tell me. I can understand. Don't do this—it hurts so much… Can't we just talk things through?"

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, her voice catching with a faint sob. "Didn't you say that you'd never leave me as long as I never asked to break up?"

Stephen's dark eyes were as deep and unreadable as the ocean's depths. After a pause, the corner of his mouth lifted into a faint, mocking smile. "Ms. Yates, we're adults. Did you really believe something that childish?"

Color drained from Tessa's face.