His Unveiled Passion

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.

"What's wrong? Do you not recognize me after a few days apart?" Stephen teased as he reached out to tap her nose lightly.

She looked at him with bright eyes, and her voice was soft as she had just woken up. "Everything feels unreal, like a dream."

"This isn't a dream. If you don't believe me, why don't you pinch me and see?" Stephen said with a warm smile on her face.

Tessa scoffed lightly. "How would I know it hurts if I pinch you?"

"What should we do, then? My heart would hurt if you pinched yourself," Stephen said, his eyes lighting up with amusement.

Tessa chuckled and gently smacked his chest. She then said flirtatiously, "That's enough now. Stop talking nonsense."

"It's the truth," he said gently as he held her hand.

Tessa's eyes were bright and clear, reflecting Stephen's handsome face. She pursed her lips and asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

"I haven't. The roads were in worse condition than I expected. I only arrived at Haverford at around 3:00 am. The city's in better shape as most of the water there has receded. noveldrama

"However, the closer I got to this area, the worse it became. There was water

everywhere when I reached the outskirts of the city.

"When I was three miles away from this town, the roads were completely submerged. So I had to get out of my car

and walk th

rest of the way

here." .

Tessa frowned. "You walked three miles in floodwaters?"

Stephen nodded, a flicker of pain and sympathy appearing in Tessa's eyes.

Three miles! He had walked through muddy roads to get to her. The paths were also extremely slippery; just a small slip could cause someone to fall.

The town was quite secluded, so the roads were rugged and worn down. There were mountains everywhere. If another storm came, there might, have even been a landslide.

Tessa felt a pang of fear and did not dare to think any further.

Then, she seemed to have remembered something as she asked, "Did you not sleep at all last night?"