Chapter 1279
When Love Comes Late
Despite his attempts to manage the issue through public relations, all efforts failed.
He was now certain Elizabethâs clash with Matthew was the root cause.
After snuffing out his cigarette, he stared at Elizabeth.
âDonât let your pride ruin you.
Apologize to Stella.
If she remains silent, Matthew will let it slide.
â
âI wonât apologize to Stella!â Elizabeth retorted defiantly, her fists clenched.
Sheâd never apologized to anyone throughout her life; it was always the others who apologized to her.
Galen sighed.
He was well aware of her pride and he acknowledged her stubbornness.
âIf you wonât apologize, steer clear of Stella during the film shoot.
Let the online storm settle naturally.
People will forget in due time.
â
Yet, Elizabeth paid little heed.
Fists still clenched and teeth gritted, she declared, âThis is just the beginning.
Iâll find ample opportunities to make Stella pay.
She wonât get away with this!â
A few days later, Neville recovered and was discharged from the hospital.
He tried calling Miley, but her phone was always out of reach.
But that wouldnât budge him; he was determined to speak to her.
He hailed a taxi and gave the driver Mileyâs address.
The scenery blurred past the window as Neville mentally rehearsed their conversation, even picturing their reunion.
Soon, the taxi pulled up at Mileyâs house.
Taking a deep breath, Neville tried to steady his nerves before ringing the bell.
But no one answered the door.
Frowning, he checked his watch.
He was sure Miley shouldnât be at work yet.
Refusing to give up, he pressed the bell again and again, met only by silence.
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Unease prickled at him.
Pushing the door, he found it unlocked.
Panic surged as he remembered Roy.
He rushed inside, but the doorknob wouldnât budge.
Circling to the back, he peered through the kitchen window.
He spotted a figure lying motionless on the floor.
Shock jolted him.
He scanned the garden, then grabbed a stool, smashed the window, and clambered through.
A pungent gas odor assaulted him as soon as he set his foot in.
Miley lay on the cold floor, her face pale.
Covering his nose, Neville scooped her up and ran outside.
He found a clear space, laid Miley down on his jacket, and dialed 911.
âMiley!â he called, his voice hoarse.
But she didnât respond.