When Love Comes Late

Observing Stella’s turmoil, Lindsay felt a surge of vindictive satisfaction, knowing how strained Stella’s relationship with Matthew had become.

With a self-satisfied grin, Lindsay pressed on, “So, Stella, you’re desperately clinging to a man who’s already lost his heart to another.

Does this marriage still hold any meaning for you?”

Jolted back to the present by Lindsay’s smirk, Stella’s mind sharpened.

“I will uncover what transpired in Sothrea.

You better hope it’s not related to you.

Furthermore, I am confident that Matthew will never fall for someone else.

My faith in him remains unwavering,” Stella declared with resolute confidence, her voice ringing with the tenor of a declaration of war.

Lindsay, taken aback by Stella’s steadfastness, cursed silently, inwardly scorning Stella as a bitch.

Fueled by frustration, Lindsay was more resolved than ever to break Stella’s resolve.

Casually scanning the garden, Lindsay’s gaze flickered to the uneven cobblestone path, a sinister plan brewing in her mind.

With a stealthy resolve, she shifted her weight abruptly and toppled over, making it appear as though she had been pushed.

In the next breath, both Lindsay and her wheelchair lay sprawled on the ground.

To any onlooker, it would appear as though Stella, standing close by, had shoved her.

Confusion clouded Stella’s expression, unable to fathom Lindsay’s sudden fall.

Instinctively, Stella bent down to assist Lindsay, but as she reached out, her hand was abruptly yanked away.

Caught off-guard by the forceful pull, Stella lost her footing.

Her high heels gave way, causing her to tumble to the cobblestone path.

The fall resulted in a sprained ankle and her elbow scraped painfully against the rough surface.

Before Stella could gather her wits, Matthew’s voice, laced with concern, cut through the air.

“Are you okay?”

Stella was stunned, her world spinning as the cold truth dawned on her—-Matthew’s concern wasn’t for her, but for Lindsay.

What pained her even more was that Matthew was the one who had shoved her to the ground.

She lifted her gaze, disbelief coursing through her, only to witness Matthew bending down to assist Lindsay into her wheelchair.

His hands were tender, almost reverent, and his voice dripped with concern, each word a dagger to Stella’s heart.

“How are you feeling? Are you hurt?”

Lindsay, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, whimpered, “My arm.

it hurts.

”

Then, like a lamb caught in the wolf’s glare, she cast a frightened look at Stella, her lips trembling as she quickly shook her head.

“But it’s fine.

I fell on my own.

It wasn’t Stella’s fault.

”

She looked as though she feared Stella might devour her whole if she said otherwise.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Only then did Matthew’s gaze shift, cold and accusing, toward Stella.