When Love Comes Late by PASSION

With that, Nikolai drove away, leaving Devyn to watch until he vanished from sight, her heart still racing.

It wasn’t until she returned to her studio that she began to regain composure, feeling a twinge of unease.

Devyn had become so swept up in the elation of encountering Nikolai and securing the commission from Christie that she had momentarily overlooked the unsettling truth: the design work that helped her win Bella’s approval was Stella’s idea, tainted by plagiarism.

Her euphoria dissipated in an instant.

Biting her lip, Devyn couldn’t help but seek solace in rationalization.

If she could craft a gown that pleased Nikolai and Christie, it would validate her talent.

Besides, she had seized this opportunity through her own initiative, distinct from Stella’s involvement.

Inspired by her thoughts, Devyn’s hand instinctively reached for her sketchpad, eager to bring her imagination to life.

This was her moment, the chance she’d been waiting for to showcase her skills and affirm her worth.

Meanwhile, in the quiet confines of the hospital room, Bertha remained in a state of unconsciousness.

Tubes delicately threaded through her form, sustaining her fragile existence as she weathered the trials of illness.

side, their faces etched

doctor delivered a somber prognosis, emphasizing that the following few days

the balance, the outcome teetering on the

his once steady hands now chilled by the palpable anxiety

hand with unwavering strength, offering

she whispered, her voice

has approved of our relationship, and your success in securing the deal abroad

”

flickered in Neville’s eyes,

tenderness, Neville grasped Bertha’s

the deal

funding gap, and progress blossoms across

for my duty to you still calls, and I long to share

”

brimming with hope, Neville recounted recent events to Bertha, his words a whispered plea

one who

us now, rest assured, I’ll tirelessly pursue justice to

”