HIS SWEET OBSESSION

CHAPTER EIGHT

Tessa placed the glass of water down and looked up at Simeon.

Given the way she talked to him, Tessa didn’t expect him to give her the water and medicine quietly.

Tessa walked over to the chair right in front of him and watched as he typed away on his computer.

Strands of dark hair fell down his face, and his expression was dead serious.

Tessa felt the urge to wipe those strands back but stopped herself.

It was good that there was a desk in between them; otherwise, she would be trying to come up with excuses.

He really was a beautiful man; she couldn’t deny that. Even though he was cold, he had the finest features and the most captivating eyes she had ever seen.

“Why was I almost kidnapped?” Tessa suddenly asked out loud, her eyes fixed on Simeon to capture any of his reactions, but she got none. Ever since she whispered that she remembered, she noticed that he may have already known who she really was.

Tessa didn’t remember much, but now she knew that if she wanted to leave, he couldn’t hold her back. She wanted to face her uncle now and ask for her property.

But before that, Tessa wanted to know why there were men after her life. Was it because of this man or because her identity had appeared in the criminal world?

She didn't want to blame this man because he had a chance to do anything he wanted with her but didn’t; he treated her well.

Tessa lifted her legs and placed them on the chair, bringing her knees to her chest.

She stared at him patiently. He acted like he hadn't heard anything, but he had heard her right. She was a lawyer, and reading expressions came easily to her.

Tessa tried to remember how she ended up in the hospital, but nothing came to mind. She closed her eyes and tried again, but nothing surfaced.

Even though she knew she couldn't remember everything at once, this part sparked a bit of curiosity.

"I will take care of what happened today," Simeon finally spoke up, his deep voice pulling her out of her thoughts. He lifted his head and looked at her.

"Don't you think I deserve to know?" Tessa asked, her voice soft but laced with curiosity.

"You have become daring," Simeon stated coldly, but his eyes held more amusement. He felt like he was seeing a new person. Where did the docile version of her go, the one who was afraid to say anything?

"I guess you already know that you can't hold me back, so who is after my life and why?" Tessa stated, her voice firm.

Simeon shook his head as he leaned back in his chair. "You're already bringing out the big guns, Teresa."

Tessa frowned; a few people knew her full name. Her father used to call her Tessa and always introduced her that way.

"You know that when you know more in my world, you have to die," Simeon added, and Tessa smiled.

"So who wants me dead?"

Simeon grabbed a cigarette and turned to look away from her. He didn't intend to hide anything from her because he needed her resources for his own benefit.

"Roberto Cavelli, my father," he replied as he lit up a cigarette.

"What do you want?" Tessa asked. With her years of experience, she knew that Simeon had exposed this for a reason, and she wanted to know that reason.