His Unveiled Passion novel Chapter 422

Tessa ran downstairs and instantly saw that familiar figure standing under the eaves. He stood there in solitude with his back against her.

Despite his being slightly mysophobic, his shoes were now covered in mud, his pants stained with mud and wet patches, and specks of brown sullied his otherwise pristine clothes.

She had never seen him look so disheveled.

Her nose tingled, and an indescribable emotion stirred from within her heart.

On impulse, she ran and hugged him from behind. She then murmured softly, "You're here."

Stephen tensed. Only God knew how long he had yearned for her to hug him.

There was an orange glow across the sky, like an accidental stroke made from a painter's brush.

In the early morning, the rising mist intertwined with the clouds, like lovers reuniting after a long separation. The entire atmosphere felt warm and sweet.

As dawn approached, shadows from the trees gradually emerged. Dew fell silently, as if landing on Stephen's and Tessa's hearts, sending ripples through them.

The moment was so beautiful that it felt like a dream.

Tessa continued to hug Stephen from behind as time seemed to have paused. Stephen didn't dare to move, afraid that any movement would wake him from his dream.

Neither of them spoke, and it felt like a century had passed before Stephen finally turned around.

The first thing Tessa saw was Stephen's Adam apple bobbing as he gulped nervously. Then, she looked up at his dark eyes.

His gaze was fixed on her, and his eyes were filled with surging emotion.

Tessa could not withstand his intense gaze and looked away. She then mumbled, "Didn't I tell you not to come? Why did you still come here?"

Stephen cupped her cheeks with both hands, gently tilting her head to face him. He looked dashing, and his voice was as warm and soft as a spring breeze. "I came here because I missed you."

Her eyes teared up as she looked at him without blinking.

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