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.

Miley sat vigilantly by her side, their faces etched

prognosis, emphasizing that the following few

awakening hung precariously in the balance,

bowed with the weight of worry, his once steady hands now chilled by the palpable anxiety that permeated the

his hand with unwavering strength,

whispered, her voice a gentle

of our relationship, and your success in securing the deal abroad will surely rouse her

”

Neville’s eyes, reignited by Miley’s

Neville grasped

I’ve achieved the deal you entrusted

Group has bridged the funding gap, and progress blossoms across

you still

”

Neville recounted recent events to Bertha, his

one who

assured, I’ll tirelessly pursue justice to right the wrongs inflicted

”