When Love Comes Late
Chapter 891

Spotting Matthew in the distance, she rushed to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and nuzzling against his chest.

Her sudden show of affection triggered a sense of foreboding in Matthew.

He instinctively put his arm around her waist, ready to offer comfort when he heard Stella’s soft murmur, her voice tinged with pain.

“Matthew, my hand hurts.

” Stella raised her tear-filled eyes.

Since she had completed the design drawing, her wrist had been throbbing with pain.

She had tried to endure it, but in that moment, seeing Matthew, she found solace and couldn’t hold back any longer.

Matthew’s expression darkened.

Without a word, he scooped her up and hurriedly drove to Selene’s clinic.

Inside the clinic, after examining Stella’s hand and reviewing the test results, Selene chastised, “I’ve warned you not to strain your right hand during this period.

If you keep using it excessively, what if it becomes a permanent disability? And Mr.

Clark, as her husband, why haven’t you been more vigilant?”

Stella quickly explained, “Dr.

Beckett, please don’t blame him.

I had something important to do today.

I promise to follow your advice and cooperate with the treatment.

”

Selene administered a dose of anti-inflammatory medication into Stella’s vein before quietly exiting the room.

Stella settled into the chair, her gaze fixed on the slowly dripping infusion bottle.

With a sigh, she turned her attention to Matthew, guilt flickering in her eyes.

“I’m sorry for making you worry earlier.

”

“It’s a relief that you’re alright,” Matthew replied softly, leaning down to place a tender ki*s on her forehead.

He placed a soft pillow behind her head and took a seat beside her.

“This infusion will take at least two hours.

You should rest,” he suggested, gently cradling Stella in his arms.

Fatigue must have caught up with Stella, for she soon found a comfortable position and drifted off to sleep against his comforting presence.

After a while, Stella’s phone began to ring.

Matthew, concerned about her well-being, decided to silence the phone by ending the call without checking the caller’s identity.

However, it immediately rang again.

This time, he glanced at the caller ID.

It was Farris.

Irritation crept over Matthew as he declined the call once more, determined not to let anything disrupt Stella’s peace.

He took off his coat and covered it on her.

Then he stood up and went out.

Seconds later, the phone rang again.

He picked up the phone, noticing Farris’ name on the display.

Matthew frowned and pressed the answer button.

“Stella, how is your hand?” Farris wore an anxious tone.

“I’ve seen the rumors online…”