When Love Comes Late

His confusion grew as he said, “This is all so strange.

What’s really happening with Matthew?”

Neville then stared at Matthew, who met his gaze with a piercing, distant stare.

Cordell quickly stepped in to explain, “Matthew, don’t take it the wrong way.

Neville and I noticed you’d been acting strangely since you came back, so we went ahead and checked your medical records in Sothrea.

”

Matthew pressed his lips together and fell into deep thought.

Cordell continued, asking, “Did the doctors in Sothrea ever talk to you about your condition?”

Matthew nodded and said, “The doctor told me I was in shock and might experience some memory confusion, but it should clear up over time.

That’s why I never thought I had amnesia; I just figured it was part of the shock.

”

Cordell’s brow furrowed deeply as he said, “I think we need to get you examined again to find out the truth.

”

Neville nodded in agreement.

“Yes, that seems like the only option now.

”

Matthew nodded quietly, accepting the suggestion without saying more.

Meanwhile, at a bar…

After leaving the Clark family home, Stella was uncertain about where to go next.

She felt out of place at the Clark family home, and every spot in the Prosper Bay villa was filled with memories of her time with Matthew.

She couldn’t bear to stay there alone.

Looking for a change of scenery, she decided to head to a bar and invited Miley to join her for a drink.

Miley was still missing, Leaving Stella alone in a quiet booth.

She began ordering drink after drink, trying to drown her worries.

Before long, she lost count of how many she’d had, focusing only on getting as drunk as possible.

She hoped that drinking herself into a daze might make her forget about Matthew and ease her worries about the divorce.

She kept pouring herself drink after drink.

Then, out of the blue, someone appeared next to her.

Stella didn’t notice who had come in.

Assuming it was Miley, she poured a glass of wine, slid it across the table, and mumbled, “You’re late.

Three glasses as a penalty.

Drink up!”

After a moment, she realized Miley hadn’t even touched the glass.

A deep, steady male voice suddenly broke in.

“Your hand is injured, and you’re still drinking?”

Stella’s heart skipped a beat as she heard the voice.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

She quickly looked up, startled, and saw a tall, commanding figure.