When Love Comes Late

The doctor, understanding the gravity of the situation, quickly explained, “Mrs.

Clark collapsed due to exhaustion and emotional stress.

However, she’s received an infusion and with proper rest, she should recover fully.

”

Matthew allowed himself a moment of internal relief but maintained an indifferent exterior, merely nodding before he continued his hurried ascent upstairs.

The door to the master bedroom was ajar.

As Matthew stepped inside, he saw Stella, lying pale and unconscious in the bed.

Despite her slumber, her brows were knotted in distress, as if she battled unseen troubles in her dreams.

Approaching her, Matthew’s heart tangled with concern and confusion as he observed the evident pain etched across her face.

Suddenly, his temple twitched, and fleeting, blurred images cascaded through his mind, too quick to grasp.

Stirred from his thoughts by Stella’s faint murmur for water, Matthew snapped back to reality.

“Water… Water…”

Matthew forced himself to calm down before fetching a glass of water.

However, as he approached the bedside with the filled glass, he paused.

He didn’t know what to do next…

After a brief hesitation, he resolved to gently wake her so she could drink on her own, Despite his repeated calls, she showed no signs of stirring.

Feeling somewhat resigned, Matthew finally sat on the edge of the bed.

With gentle care, he supported her with one hand while he brought the glass to her lips, helping her sip the water.

As Stella drank, her delicate, pink lips parted slightly, the droplets of water on them catching the light and glistening with an alluring sheen.

The sight was unexpectedly stirring, igniting a warmth in Matthew that he struggled to understand.

The Luster on her lips under the soft light was so enticing that it awakened a deep desire within him to kiss her.

As Stella swallowed, Matthew’s own throat mirrored the action, his Adam’s apple bobbing visibly.

For days his heartbeat had maintained a steady rhythm, but now it fluttered uncontrollably, a chaotic dance under his chest.

The abruptness of his body’s reaction left him flustered and astonished.

As he watched Stella drink, a startling physical response overtook him, igniting an unexpected and intense arousal.

He glanced down, a flush of embarrassment sweeping over him.

How could this be?

Without allowing himself to dwell on these feelings, he quickly set down the glass and prepared to Leave.

But just as he was about to withdraw, Stella’s grip on his wrist halted him.