Chapter 2226
When Love Comes Late
Sanfordâs jaw clenched.
Irritation rippled beneath his cool demeanor.
âStella can make her own choices.
She isnât someone to be ordered around.
â
Both men turned expectantly to her.
The party had just wrapped up, with guests filing out of the entrance.
Curious onlookers cast furtive glances their way.
Some bolder souls whispered among themselves.
âWhatâs going on?â one murmured.
âLooks like Stellaâs caught the attention of two powerful men.
â
âYou shouldnât say that.
You donât want to upset either of these guys.
â
Already in a pickle, Stella grew increasingly uncomfortable as the murmurs reached her ears.
Matthew, however, seemed oblivious to the chatter.
His unwavering gaze bored into her, as if heâd stand there till she agreed to come home with him.
Feeling caught between a rock and a hard place, Stella wanted to nip any further gossip in the bud.
Besides, Matthew had just escorted Lindsay home, and now he was back, insisting on taking her home.
How would that look to everyone?
Her expression frosted over as she turned to him.
âThat wonât be necessary.
Sanfordâs got it covered.
Carry on with your evening.
â
Without waiting for his response, she turned and moved toward Sanfordâs car.
A N G E L A âs L I B R A R Y
Matthew instinctively moved to intervene, but suddenly, a splitting headache struck him like a bolt from the blue.
He winced, clutching his temples, his face a mask of agony.
Fragmented images flashed through his mind, even hazier than before, causing him immense discomfort.
Stella, about to depart, caught Matthewâs distress from the corner of her eye.
She recalled his previous episode in the office and couldnât help but feel a twinge of concern.
She turned back, noticing his increasingly ashen face.
Worry gnawed at her as she inquired, âWhatâs wrong? Are you alright?â
Sanford, who had watched the whole scene with growing irritation, sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
âReally, Mr.
Clark? Is playing the victim your new tactic now?â
Matthew disregarded Sanford.
As the pain etched deeper into Matthewâs features, Stellaâs anxiety surged.
She moved closer and softly inquired, âDo you have a headache again?â
He nodded, and then instinctively let his forehead rest against her shoulder.
In a moment of rare vulnerability, he murmured, âLet me lean on you for a while.
â
A wave of tenderness mixed with concern washed over Stella.
Alarmed by his condition, she declared, âIâll take you to the hospital.
â