When Love Comes Late
Chapter 1188

“I’ve learned to fry eggs for now.

It’s quite simple, actually,”

Matthew responded, guiding Stella away from the hot stove.

“If you like them, I’ll learn more recipes.

That way, you can enjoy a variety of breakfasts every day,” Matthew added after carefully placing the eggs onto a plate.

He then guided Stella to sit at the table with one hand.

“I’m really looking forward to that,” Stella replied, lifting her head to smile at him warmly.

Matthew’s response was a light chuckle, which Stella found delightfully pleasant.

“Let’s eat first.

” Matthew poured a glass of milk for Stella with a smile.

Scanning the room, Stella asked, “Where are grandpa and grandma?

Shouldn’t we wait for them?”

“They left early for their morning walk.

They said they didn’t want to disturb us,” Matthew responded as he passed Stella a slice of jam—smeared toast.

Blushing slightly, Stella accepted the toast and bit into it eagerly.

“Take small bites; there’s no rush.

Have some milk,” Matthew said with a smile, handing her the glass.

Sipping the milk, Stella said, “About that invitation… I was planning to ask you to accompany me to the party, but you beat me to it.

”

“Neville and I invested in the movie a while back.

We got the invitations before the shooting wrapped up.

I just didn’t give it to you until last night,” Matthew responded casually.

Stella paused briefly at the mention of Neville.

“Is Neville going to be there too?”

Matthew shook his head.

“I’m not sure.

I haven’t been able to reach him lately.

”

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Stella nodded in response and didn’t say anything.

After breakfast, Matthew got ready for work.

As he was about to leave, he turned to Stella.

“I’ll come to pick you up this evening, and we’ll head to the dinner together.

”

“Okay,” Stella replied, happy with the plan.

“See you tonight.

” Matthew leaned down and ki*sed Stella on the Lips.

Just as he was about to start his car, Matthew’s phone buzzed.

He glanced at the screen to replace a message from an unfamiliar number:

“Hope to see you again.

”

The message was brief, mysterious, and unsigned.