Chapter 1007
When Love Comes Late
Matthew would investigate the whole thing sooner or later.
âBefore I got out of the taxi, the driver had a message for you.
He said heâs back and that you wonât have peace anymore.
â
Matthewâs demeanor shifted to one of seriousness.
âDid you see what he looked like?â
She shook her head.
âHe wore a cap.
I couldnât see his face clearly.
But I tried to sketch him from what I remember.
â
Stella handed over the drawing she had made earlier.
âHis voice was hoarse, like heâs been through an ordeal.
â
Matthew studied the sketch, a sense of recognition flashing in his eyes.
âOkay,â he murmured, his mind racing with thoughts.
Stella watched Matthew, sensing the gravity of the situation.
After a lengthy silence, she ventured to ask, âDo you recognize him?â
Snapped back to reality, Matthew carefully stored the sketch.
âIâll look into it thoroughly,â he assured her.
Stella nodded, her face etched with concern.
It was clear to her that Matthew didnât know who the man was.
The uncertainty of facing an unseen enemy weighed heavily on her mind.
Matthew, unaware of Stellaâs internal turmoil, gently rubbed her head.
âIâm just relieved youâre safe.
But I think itâs best if I drive you myself from now on.
â
Stella hesitated, torn between her independence and her safety.
Ultimately, the thought of another dangerous encounter compelled her to agree.
âOkay.
But please be careful yourself,â she urged.
âWhy do you say that?â Matthew asked, a hint of confusion in his voice.
Stellaâs voice was low but firm.
âYour grandmaâs birthday is coming up.
We canât let anything jeopardize that.
She would be too worried.
â