When Love Comes Late

Throughout the journey, Miley continued to offer words of comfort to Stella.

Stella understood Miley’s intentions, but she couldn’t simply brush aside her concerns.

Ever since she fell in love with Matthew, the fear of losing him had become an indomitable presence in her heart.

She loathed how easily her mood could be swayed by external factors.

Following their meal, Stella said apologetically, “Miley, I’m feeling a bit tired.

I’d like to head back and rest.

We can go shopping another day.

”

Observing Stella’s less-than-optimal condition, Miley, concerned for her friend’s well-being, readily agreed.

“I’ll drive you back.

”

Stella didn’t refuse.

Upon dropping Stella off at Prosper Bay, Miley shared some parting words.

“If you can’t decipher the relationship between Matthew and that woman, don’t hesitate to ask him about it when he returns.

You’re his wife, and you have every right to inquire about anything.

Don’t burden yourself with unnecessary thoughts.

”

Stella mustered a forced smile and nodded in acknowledgment.

Inside the villa, Stella found herself in a dimly lit environment, with Matthew yet to return.

As she waited, her mind couldn’t help but race with conjectures.

She didn’t mind Matthew socializing with other women.

What concerned her was why he hadn’t told her about it.

She had invested considerable effort in accepting Matthew’s past secrecy and yearned for a future where honesty prevailed between them.

However, recent events had shown that Matthew continued to withhold information.

Was it because he believed she had no right to interfere in his affairs? Or did he think that her knowledge wouldn’t be of any assistance?

Stella remained in her room, lost in contemplation.

Before long, the door of the villa swung open once more.

Matthew ascended the stairs, noticing the subdued glow emanating from Stella’s room.

He looked at his watch, furrowing his brow.

Upon entering Stella’s room, he found her perched on the edge of the bed.

Concern evident in his gaze, he approached her and queried, “It’s quite late.

Why haven’t you gone to bed yet?”