When Love Comes Late

As they left the hospital, her instinct led her to drive toward Prosper Bay.

But then she hesitated, uncertainty creeping in.

Considering their current relationship, was it right to return to the same home?

Especially after everything Matthew had done…

Her thoughts wandered, and she stole a glance at him, her voice cautious as she asked, “Where do you want to go? To the office or.

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”

She trailed off, but the question hung in the air, understood by both of them.

Since leaving Prosper Bay, Matthew had often stayed at Lindsay’s apartment.

A quiet stillness settled between them.

After a long pause, Matthew looked directly at her, his voice firm and deliberate.

“Wherever you go, I’ll go.

”

Hearing his voice and locking eyes with him, Stella felt a fleeting sense that Matthew had never truly changed.

Her heart skipped a beat.

For a moment, she almost doubted that he had ever forgotten her.

But reason quickly reminded her that much had undeniably changed…

Flustered, she averted her gaze, avoiding his eyes.

Her voice trembled slightly as she said, “Prosper Bay, then.

”

Matthew offered no objections.

A wave of relief washed over her as she reached to start the car, but the sudden ringing of his phone shattered the moment.

Her eyes instinctively flickered toward him.

Though she couldn’t hear the conversation, it was evident from his tense expression that something had happened.

Her heart sank, and a wave of nausea followed.

Still recovering from earlier, coupled with the drinks she’d had at the charity party, the familiar burning sensation crept through her chest.

Her face turned ashen from the discomfort.

When he ended the call, she parted her lips, ready to ask what had happened.

But Matthew didn’t even glance her way.

Instead, he hastily unbuckled his seatbelt, muttering, “I’ve got something urgent.

I won’t be heading back with you.

”

Without waiting for a response, he opened the door and prepared to leave.

Watching him rush out, the reality struck her like a blow.

Yet, holding on to a fragile shred of hope, she forced herself to ask, her voice laced with desperation, “Is it about Lindsay?”

Matthew froze for a brief moment, clearly taken aback.

Stella offered a bitter smile, already regretting her decision to be so direct.