Ch.277 Chapter 277 - When Love Comes Late

Why are you sending these roses there?â he asked, his voice a facade of calmness.

Smiling, Stella elaborated, âTodayâs the day for Shaneâs advertising film press conference.

These roses will be the perfect addition to the setting, and Iâll make sure theyâre utilized to their fullest potential.

Miley immediately agreed.

âThatâs a good idea! After all, these flowers would just crowd our living space otherwise.

They do demand quite a bit of room.

Lost in their conversation, they failed to notice the shadow that crossed Matthewâs face, like a storm cloud passing over a once-clear sky.

âIâm going to work.

With a decisive turn, he slipped into his waiting car.

As he prepared to ignite the engine, his attention was stolen by the sudden vibration of his phone.

Upon seeing Stellaâs name displayed, Matthew rushed to read the message.

The content was very simple.

âI received the flowers.

The fact that Stella sent the message held significance, an indication that perhaps she wasnât entirely unreceptive towards him.

His spirits were restored.

Gazing out of the car window, he spotted Stella engrossed in an animated conversation with Miley.

A smile naturally graced his Lips.

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As Matthew stepped into the company building, Fernando trailed right behind him, clutching a stack of documents.

With purposeful steps, he delivered updates on the progress of Donnâs upcoming art exhibition.

âYesterday, there were a group of reporters waiting outside the exhibition hall to get some information, but I dealt with them.

Everything about the art exhibition is confidential.

Matthew acknowledged the update with a nod of his head.

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Shedding his coat, he settled into a chair, his demeanor exuding a distinct chill.

Gazing upward, he directed a penetrating gaze at Fernando.

âAny word on the car chase from yesterday?â

Meeting Matthewâs intensity with seriousness, Fernando responded, âIâve taken the initiative to involve the police in the matter.

Weâre still awaiting a response from their end.

âOkay.

â Mathew replied nonchalantly.

He leaned back in his chair, his fingers absently tapping on the armrest.

His mind wandered back to the events of the previous day, replaying them in his thoughts.