When Love Comes Late
Chapter 1111

Once the two men departed, Stella leaned in towards Miley, whispering, “How’s everything between you and Neville these days?”

Stella anticipated Miley’s response to be filled with joy, but her friend’s demeanor was unexpectedly calm.

“No progress,” Miley said blankly, her voice flat and dull.

Stella’s brows knitted together.

“What’s wrong? Things not going smoothly?”

Gazing at her plate, Miley shook her head and set down her fork after a brief pause.

A hint of distress crept into her voice as she said, “I’ve barely spent any time with Neville lately.

Initially, it was due to my hectic work schedule, and we couldn’t sync our timings.

But recently, even though I’ve wrapped up most of my work and have more free time, Neville is always busy.

He insists I shouldn’t visit him at his office.

”

Detecting Miley’s melancholy, Stella’s frown deepened.

After thinking for a moment, she ventured a guess.

“Could it be that Neville is cheating?”

Neville, known as a playboy, always sparked skepticism in Stella.

Doubting his inclination to settle down with one woman, Stella worried that Miley might end up getting hurt.

But as an outsider, she couldn’t intervene.

“I don’t know,” Miley admitted with a lost expression.

In their encounters, Neville proved remarkably attentive and caring, a stark contrast to any hint of waning interest.

“I’m just puzzled; I can’t fathom what he’s truly thinking.

” She sighed, a bitter smile fleeting across her face.

Offering solace, Stella suggested, “How about I inquire about Neville from Matthew?”

“No thanks.

” Miley declined, shaking her head.

“It’s between Neville and me; we’ll figure it out ourselves.

You and Matthew have your share of troubles.

No need to worry about me.

”

With that, Miley gave Stella a reassuring smile.

Stella’s heart broke at her friend’s sad smile.

Despite wanting to help, she respected Miley’s wish not to interfere.

Meanwhile, Neville, standing at the wine cellar entrance, irritably pulled out a cigarette and took a drag.

No sooner had he inhaled than his phone began to ring.

Frowning at the name displayed on the screen, Neville hesitated for a few seconds before answering.

“I don’t want to date that woman.

Stop it,” he asserted.

His mother, resolute on the other end, replied, “I can introduce you to others if you don’t like this girl.

But Miley is out of the question.

I don’t like her.

”