His Unveiled Passion novel Chapter 225

Quentin wasn't afraid of being the center of gossip. However, if rumors of what he did with Naomi got out, the reactions would be very different. The people would say that Quentin, being a man, was just a romantic at heart. Naomi, on the other hand, would garner harsh criticism from the people, only because she was a woman.

They would wag their tongues behind her back, calling her a shameless woman for falling into bed with her own brother. They would accuse her of condoning incest, for having a messy private life.

The relentless gossiping would push Naomi to her wits' end and might even force her into doing something drastic and irreversible.

"Oh. " Tessa's voice held no hint of suspicion. "Could you tell her to give me a call after she wakes up?"

Quentin let out a sigh of relief. "Sure."

After disconnecting the call, he lowered his eyes to look at Naomi, who lay next to him. "Are you awake?"

Naomi still looked half-asleep. Her eyes were heavily lidded when she hummed an answer. Since she had just woken up, she sounded even softer and more alluring than usual. Her simple humming had once again set Quentin's desire alight.

Quentin leaned down and kissed Naomi on the lips. "Shall we do it again, sweetie?"

Naomi no longer felt sleepy after hearing his words. She instantly became lucid and grabbed the blanket to cover herself. Her eyes were wary as she exclaimed, "Get away!"

His gaze was filled with adoration, matching the smile that curved his lips. "Sweetie, do you have any idea how seductive you look right now?"

She gripped the blanket like her life depended on it. In her panic, her words tumbled from her lips in a jumbled mess. "Quentin… don't do anything rash. We… We drank too much last night. We're both adults, so I can pretend that nothing happened between us. Let's go back to being siblings."

Quentin barked out an exasperated laugh. Arching an eyebrow, he replied, "I wasn't drunk last night. I was completely sober."

Naomi's eyes were wide as saucers.

He continued in a languid tone, "Sweetie, my mind is clear and I know exactly what I'm doing. To be honest with you, I noticed your feelings for me a long time ago, but I just never acted on them. After the stunt you pulled last night—hiring a host and even draping yourself all over him—I couldn't hold myself back any longer, though."

"You… You have feelings for me?"

Quentin nodded in response.

"Since when?"

"I can't tell you an exact date. I guess, they just grew as we spent time together."

Naomi bit down on her bottom lip. "But I… I'm not ready."

Quentin caressed her face and asked gently, "Sweetie, do you like me? I'm talking about the type of 'like' between a man and a woman."

"I don't!" Naomi quickly denied.

Quentin let out a low laugh. He dropped his head and kissed her again. "It's fine if you don't, your feelings for me can grow at their own pace."

He emphasized the word "grow", making the blush on Naomi's face spread rapidly from her cheeks all the way to the tips of her ears. It was fascinating how the Pronterian language could be carefully arranged to express double meanings.

They surrendered themselves to their base desires once more.

…

The wintry days in Rivertown carried on as usual. In the blink of an eye, it was already mid-January.

Tessa received a phone call from Barry Leiston, the director of her law firm.