Chapter 1611
When Love Comes Late
Stella responded softly, her disappointment evident despite her attempt to conceal it.
Matthew observed her melancholy, a shadow crossing his features.
As evening descended, Stellaâs despondency persisted, her appetite waning.
Matthew was concerned that her current condition might lead to illness.
With a gentle pinch on her cheek, he suggested with a smile, âItâs still early.
Youâve been cooped up for quite some time.
Allow me to escort you outside to enjoy the night scenery.
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Stella was unhappy and wanted to go out to breathe some fresh air, so she agreed.
As Matthew drove along the seaside, Stellaâs attention remained fixed on her phone rather than appreciating the coastal scenery.
Noticing her distraction, Matthew glanced at her phone and inquired, âWhose response are you waiting for? You seem quite engrossed.
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Without lifting her gaze, Stella replied, âI messaged Devyn to offer congratulations, but she hasnât responded.
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Matthew remained silent, his expression contemplative.
After a brief pause, Stella resigned herself to the lack of response.
With a sigh, she remarked, âOh well.
Sheâs probably busy.
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Rolling down the window, she turned her attention to the passing scenery.
The rush of wind seemed to ease the weight on her heart.
As the car continued its leisurely pace, Stellaâs eyes caught sight of a familiar figure through the glass window of a restaurant.
Doubting her perception, she urged Matthew, âCould you please slow down?â
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âWhatâs wrong?â Even though Matthew remained unaware of the situation, he obliged and decelerated the car.
Stella furrowed her brow and remarked, âI believe I just spotted Devyn.
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Upon closer inspection, Stella confirmed her suspicion: Devyn was unmistakably present.
Donned in a stunning white dress, Devyn held a glass of wine, reveling in joyous laughter among her companions.
When Matthew saw this, he pulled over, turned to Stella, and asked, âDo you want to go inside?â
Stella looked inside the restaurant.
When she saw the smile on Devynâs face, she lowered her head.
She didnât know why Devyn suddenly didnât reply to her messages.
Devyn didnât even invite her to the celebration party.
Werenât they happily discussing designs a few days ago?
Stella thought for a while.
Then, she said, âYes.
After all, she is also my friend.
Iâm happy for her that she was selected.
I should congratulate her in person.
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