When Love Comes Late

Matthew’s brow furrowed, his displeasure clear.

“Don’t go looking for Stella again.

Avoid any contact with her.

”

Lindsay was momentarily stunned.

Why was Matthew suddenly so concerned about Stella’s well-being? Hadn’t he lost his memory?

Despite her confusion, she chose not to question him further, not wanting to raise his suspicions.

After a pause, she replied, her voice tinged with resignation, “I understand.

I’ll do as you say.

”

Matthew nodded and was about to call Fernando.

In a rush, Lindsay said, “Matthew, I really don’t want to go back home yet.

.

”

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Matthew’s expression soured further.

Lindsay fought back tears, casting a glance at her legs as she implored, “Matthew, please, take me back to the party.

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It’s been ages since I’ve been to one.

With my condition, my chances of attending another party will only diminish…”

Matthew’s eyes flicked to the wheelchair, and after a moment of hesitation, he gave a reluctant nod.

Meanwhile, Stella had returned to the banquet hall, just in time for the charity auction.

Sanford, having wrapped up his work, scanned the room and spotted Stella in a corner.

Concerned by her demeanor, he approached and asked, “Is something wrong? Where did you go?”

Stella forced a smile and replied, “I just needed some fresh air.

”

Sanford looked as though he wanted to probe further, but Stella, sensing his intent, quickly steered the conversation.

“The auction is about to start.

Shall we head over?”

Sanford gave her a thoughtful look but chose to remain silent.

They took their seats together.

As Stella settled in, she noticed a sign with Matthew’s name on the chair next to them.

Stella’s expression shifted slightly as she tried to redirect her focus.

Sanford handed her the auction list and asked, “Is there anything you like? I can bid on it for you.

”

Stella declined with a polite smile, “Thank you, but there’s no need.

”

Sanford persisted, his smile widening.

“Are you sure? Or is it that you don’t want me to go through the trouble?”

With a hint of embarrassment, Stella responded honestly, “You’ve already done so much for me, and I haven’t repaid you.

How can I accept this as a gift?”

Sanford was taken aback by her response.

Raising an eyebrow slightly, he replied firmly, “I haven’t had the chance to repay your father’s kindness, and I didn’t prepare a gift before seeing you.

Consider this your gift.

”

Given his insistence, Stella couldn’t refuse again.

She took the list, skimmed it briefly, and selected a necklace.

“I’ll choose this one, then.

”