Chapter 219

In the underground parking lot, a tense air lingered around Quentin. He slid into the passenger seat of the Cullinan and settled in. "Stephen, everything's done. Tessa's taken the car and the bags." Stephen's fingers gripped the steering wheel, his throat tightening slightly as he asked, "Did she suspect anything?" Quentin responded honestly, "Yes, she did ask whether the car was bought by you. But I covered it up with Naomi's help. Tessa really trusts Naomi, so I don't think she'll think much of it." "Okay," came Stephen's low, almost inaudible response. For a moment, Quentin couldn't think of anything to say. Stephen stared blankly into the distance, his expression empty. The only sound in the car was the soft hum of the heater. Quentin knew Stephen was thinking about Tessa again, so he wisely stayed quiet, not wanting to interrupt. After what felt like an eternity, Stephen finally broke the silence. "I really want to see her." Quentin blinked in surprise. "Hold on," he said,