Chapter 1629
When Love Comes Late
While Matthewâs rational voice reverberated in her ears, Stellaâs thoughts drifted to memories of Devynâs sorrowful gaze in front of her motherâs ICU ward and the countless times they had collaborated at Prosperity Group, where Devyn had been a staunch defender and ally.
They had once been the closest of friends.
After a prolonged pause, Stella finally responded to Matthew, her voice firm, âI need to speak with Devyn.
â
Matthew furrowed his brow slightly, his dissatisfaction evident in his expression.
âWhy subject yourself to further pain by going to see her?â
Stella pursed her lips, lifting her gaze to meet Matthewâs, her resolve unwavering.
âI understand sheâs crossed a line, but sheâs been facing considerable challenges lately.
I believe in allowing her to come clean.
â
Matthew stuck to his guns.
With a comforting pat on Stellaâs shoulder, he warned her, âDonât risk your future on Devynâs so-called friendship.
Itâs not worth it.
â
Stella got the message.
The selected designer would become Bellaâs student.
Whether Bella was her mother or not, being under her wing meant learning from the best.
Yet, Stella wanted to give Devyn one last chance.
She met Matthewâs gaze, firm in her decision.
âIâve got this, donât worry.
â
Matthew sensed her resolve and backed off.
Maybe Stella needed to confront Devyn face-to-face.
He agreed, saying, âLetâs go see her.
â
At Devynâs studio, Stella hesitated before knocking.
Entering, she found Devyn engrossed in work.
âWhoâs there?â
Devyn glanced up, her expression shifting.
She knew why Stella had come.
The online shop had just been updated with new styles of dresses, and here was Stella.
Devyn feigned ignorance.
âHey, Stella.
Sorry, Iâm swamped with orders right now so I donât have time.
â
It was clear she wanted Stella gone.
Stella saw through the act, sensing Devynâs guilt.
âReally? Congrats, butâ¦â Stella cut to the chase.
âWhy are your designs eerily similar to mine, the ones I havenât even released?â
Devyn paused her work, a facade of innocence plastered on her face.
âWhat a coincidence, huh? But letâs be real, Stella.
Similarities happen all the time.
Itâs not like I copied your exact patterns.
â