When Love Comes Late

“Then, please, assist me in handling this matter.

Thank you so much.

”

Stella responded with a warm smile and a nod.

“Please wait a moment.

I’ll be right back.

”

With Stella temporarily gone, the coffee shop now housed only Matthew and Mia.

With Stella’s intervention, Mia’s spirits had markedly improved.

Taking the initiative, Matthew introduced himself, extending his hand courteously.

“I am Stella’s husband, Matthew Clark.

”

Mia raised a quizzical eyebrow, seemingly taken aback by the title he used in his introduction.

Not the president of Prosperity Group, but Stella’s husband.

It appeared that the latter title held greater prestige in his eyes.

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She responded with a polite smile, “I am well aware of who you are, Matthew, the president of Prosperity Group.

I have recently been in contact with your company’s designers, and your consultant, Slater, has left a lasting impression on me.

”

Matthew’s countenance remained unchanged as he spoke with measured words.

“Thank you for your kind words.

However, I also hope that you can provide Stella with an opportunity to showcase her abilities.

”

When Matthew mentioned Stella, his demeanor involuntarily softened, reflecting the deep affection and pride he held for his wife.

Mia observed Matthew in silence, his figure cloaked in a perfectly tailored black suit exuding an aura of maturity and composure.

Seeing a strategic thinker like him lowering his status and willingly advocate for someone else was a surprising sight.

Deep within her, Mia felt a profound sense of astonishment.

She nodded gently and wore a warm smile, remarking, “I also deeply admire Stella.

Her exceptional character is what I hold in the highest regard.

”

In the midst of their conversation, Stella returned to the coffee shop with haste, placing the acquired materials on the table.

Matthew’s keen eye caught a stain on the pristine white hem of her dress, and he furrowed his brow in concern, asking, “What happened?”

Stella followed his gaze, glanced at the hem, and offered a casual explanation.

“I think I walked a bit too briskly earlier and accidentally brushed against something.

It’s nothing.

”

As she spoke, she retrieved the materials, inspected the distribution of beads on the dress hem, and then knelt down to begin sewing.