When Love Comes Late by PASSION

After a moment, Stella took her shot.

The ball spun tantalizingly close to the pocket but ultimately didn’t fall in.

The crowd around them let out a collective sigh of disappointment.

Standing upright, Stella offered a graceful smile tinged with regret.

“It’s your turn, Sprague.

”

Sprague nodded, giving Stella a thoughtful look before focusing on the game, cue in hand.

Stella used this moment to walk over to Matthew, allowing Sprague to take center stage.

Matthew wrapped an arm around Stella and whispered, “Did you let him win on purpose?”

“In such a significant event, defeating Sprague could have embarrassed him, making our negotiations more challenging,” Stella responded honestly, her voice soft.

gazed at her

observed, the more

knew when to yield for the greater good, preserving the

held her closer, a sense of pride

such a wise and beautiful woman was his

Sprague narrowly secured his victory over

he

impressive game of

I happily concede defeat,”

her smile genuine

that his victory was a gracious concession from her to preserve

gesture nudged him towards discussing cooperation with

initially anticipated, I’d like

further in a more

agreed, leading Stella to

sat together, facing Sprague across the

hint of humor, began,

we finally have the chance to discuss our potential collaboration, all thanks to a game