Chapter 1400
When Love Comes Late
Matthewâs attention was drawn to the injury on Stellaâs palm, and a cold shiver ran through him.
With a resolute expression, he scooped Stella into his arms and began to move, leaving behind a trail of shocked whispers and stunned gazes from the crowd.
Amid the escalating chaos, the host stepped forward, his voice imbued with a practiced calm.
âWe sincerely apologize for the unexpected disturbance.
The situation has been resolved, and we will now assist with your safe departure.
â
As the crowdâs panic began to ebb, they slowly dispersed, following the guidance provided.
Meanwhile, Bennyâs gaze remained locked on the surveillance monitor, his expression morphing into a grim scowl.
His clenched fists revealed his frustration at the missed opportunity.
âRetreat,â he commanded, his voice sharp and authoritative.
With careful attention, Matthew carried Stella to the VIP suite aboard the cruise ship.
Gently setting her down on the sofa, he quickly fetched the first-aid kit.
Opening it, he retrieved a cotton swab and a bottle of iodine.
With a gentle yet steady hand, he carefully opened Stellaâs palm, revealing a deep, jagged cut, the edges already starting to crust with blood.
A frown creased Matthewâs forehead as he prepared to clean the wound.
âIâll be as gentle as possible.
We need to clean this right away to avoid infection.
â Are you hurting anywhere else?â he inquired.
Stella shook her head, her gaze meeting Matthewâs as he carefully tended to her wound.
âNo.
â
Matthewâs touch was as light as a feather, yet the application of antiseptic caused Stella to wince.
At that moment, the doorbell rang.
Matthew set aside the swab and went to answer it.
The shipâs doctor was waiting on the other side.
With a nod of acknowledgment, Matthew stepped aside to let him enter.
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The doctor, with his precise and expert care, attended to Stellaâs wound, reassuring her, âItâs not a deep cut.
Just ensure it stays dry for a few days, and youâll be as good as new.
â
âOkay,â Matthew responded, a wave of guilt sweeping over him as he held Stella close.
Stella examined her bandaged hand, ruefully reflecting on her recent string of misfortunes.
Barely had she navigated through one public relations crisis when she found herself caught in yet another dilemma.
She couldnât help but speculate about the orchestrator of this latest attack.
Just as Stella was about to speak out, the doorbell interrupted her thoughts once again.
Matthew promptly stood and went to the door.
Flossie was there.
âIs Stella here?â