When Love Comes Late

A moment later, the maid stepped in, gently pushing Lindsay’s wheelchair ahead of her.

Lindsay had flowers cradled in her arms.

As she entered, she placed the flowers on the desk with a bright smile.

“Ever since I got back, I’ve been looking for a chance to visit your studio.

But I kept getting sidetracked until now.

”

As soon as Doreen caught sight of Lindsay, the woman rumored to be entangled with Matthew, her instincts sharpened, and she became exceedingly vigilant.

Yet, her guard faltered momentarily when she noticed Lindsay confined to a wheelchair, perplexing her with the reason for her visit.

Stella, with a discerning glance, perceived Lindsay’s intentions were far from innocent.

She didn’t give Lindsay a response, instead addressing Doreen crisply.

“You may step out.

”

Doreen, though puzzled, did not question further.

She nodded and withdrew from the room, Lindsay exchanged a telling glance with the maid, signaling her exit as well.

In the blink of an eye, the office held only Lindsay and Stella.

Despite her gentle demeanor, Lindsay’s presence was charged with tension.

“It’s my first time here,” she said softly, clutching the bouquet.

“I wasn’t sure what to bring, so I chose these flowers.

”

Stella, unresponsive to Lindsay’s gesture and unmoved by the floral peace offering, fixed her with a stern gaze.

“What are you doing here?”

She was certain Lindsay’s visit was not to tender an apology for last night’s debacle-nor did she desire such a disingenuous expression of regret.

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Lindsay met Stella’s gaze squarely, neither faltering nor replying immediately.

The air thickened as they locked eyes, an unspoken standoff lingering between them.

Finally breaking the silence with a smile, Lindsay ventured, “You know what? I genuinely wanted to be your friend when I returned.

If only you weren’t Mrs.

Clark…”

Stella cut her off, her voice devoid of emotion.

“Spare me your pointless words.

If this is about Matthew, then you have nothing I care to hear.

”

Unruffled by Stella’s cold dismissal, Lindsay adopted a regretful expression and sighed.

“You’ve been married to Matthew for nearly two years, and yet, no child? Do you realize a marriage barren of children is built on the shakiest grounds?”

Narrowing her eyes, Stella regarded Lindsay with renewed caution.

“What exactly are you implying?”

With a sly smile, Lindsay glanced toward her legs, and then back at Stella.

“My legs were broken saving Matthew.

If I were to use this as leverage to propose marriage, his entire family, including him, would hardly be in a position to deny me, right?”

At Lindsay’s audacious words, Stella’s breath hitched, but she swiftly regained her composure, refusing to let Lindsay’s provocations disturb her any further.

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“If you’re so confident they won’t refuse you, why haven’t you told Lucia and Waldo yet? And why haven’t you mentioned that Matthew lost part of his memory?”

Lindsay’s expression darkened, and just as she was about to retort, Stella cut her off again.

“Let me enlighten you-there are no secrets that time won’t reveal, and memory can always return.

If Matthew had his memories, do you really think he’d marry you just because you saved his life?”