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.

message from him

haste and entered a private room, their eyes immediately falling

in his chair, a glass in hand, his despondent expression a stark contrast to

trying to drown the weight of his troubles, while Fernando stood beside him, looking

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

each other, they were

empty glass in his hand, his tone flat as he said to Fernando, Open another

unsure of what

stepped forward, snatching the glass

even know what youre doing? Matthews gaze, slightly

slurred, but

here? I know what Im

a drink-it wont

Fernando again, repeating

Go get the wine.

in, shooting

You can leave now.

darkened as he reached