When Love Comes Late by PASSION

Stella shook her head and smiled softly, trying to appear unfazed.

Im used to it, really.

Dont worry about me.

You should head home early too, so Neville doesnt end up worried sick.

Miley feigned indifference, tossing a lighthearted, Humph, as if hed care about me.

Yet her actions betrayed her words-she was already heading toward the parking lot, a sweet smile Lingering on her face.

Stella watched Miley walk away, a quiet smile tugging at her lips.

Yet in that moment, her thoughts drifted to Matthew.

She missed him terribly.

If only Matthew hadnt lost his memory. No matter how busy he had been, he would have always found a way to make time for her.

Gazing at the bustling crowd on the street and the silent screen of her phone, Stella felt a wave of sadness wash over her.

she longed for a message from him

and Cordell arrived in haste and entered a private room, their

a glass in hand, his despondent expression a stark contrast to the lively hum of the

weight of his troubles, while

had called Neville and Cordell for help, and they had arrived as quickly

they were both perplexed by Matthews

he drinking himself into oblivion? Matthew swirled the empty glass in his hand, his tone

unsure of what

snatching the glass

Do you even know what youre doing? Matthews gaze, slightly unfocused,

but

you here? I know what

just a drink-it wont

waved at Fernando again, repeating the

Go get the wine.

in, shooting

You can leave now.

as he reached for the wine again, only to have Cordell