Chapter 217

The drink from the cup slowly soaked into the carpet, leaving a dark stain. Quentin stared at the mess, clicking his tongue in frustration. "Stephen, don't worry. Tessa's not that easy," he reassured him. Stephen stood motionless, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Did she really agree?" Quentin paused before answering, "On New Year's Eve, she saw you with Nancy, and you two were talking about getting a room together. Honestly, if I were in Tessa's position, I wouldn't have handled it well either. "I think Tessa probably agreed just to get a reaction out of you, or maybe she was drunk and talking nonsense. It doesn't really mean anything." "I didn't..." Stephen's voice faltered, the words catching in his throat. "I never said anything about getting a room." "Well, Nancy did," Quentin replied. "And it sounded pretty much the same." There was a pause, the silence heavy between them. Stephen took a moment to regain his composure. "I need you to do me a favor." … As Tessa stepped out