When Love Comes Late
Chapter 894

Half a bottle swiftly disappeared, prompting Stella to intervene.

“It’s getting late.

You shouldn’t drink any more.

Be cautious not to overindulge,” she cautioned.

Matthew heeded her advice, setting down his glass.

With a smile, he beckoned for Stella to join him.

Stella sensed that Matthew was genuinely intoxicated.

She approached him, asking, “Would you like a glass of water? You might wake up with a headache tomorrow otherwise.

”

As she turned to head for the kitchen, her wrist was captured in the next instant.

Matthew gently drew her into his embrace, his hands circling her waist.

Through their clothes, she could feel the warmth of his palms.

Stella made a feeble attempt to break free, but when she looked up, she found herself locked in Matthew’s deep, tender, and affectionate gaze.

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Her breath hitched, and her heart raced.

Matthew lowered his head and initiated a soft ki*s on her lips, surprising Stella with its suddenness.

In a daze, she reciprocated, meeting his lips that carried a hint of alcohol.

His actions grew more urgent, his hold on her tightening as he sought to meld their bodies together.

Stella couldn’t resist clutching the fabric of his shirt on both sides, her body turning pliant in response.

Her hands found their way to his shoulders as she sought to fulfill his desire.

The passion between them intensified.

They lost track of how long the ki*s lasted.

When Matthew eventually released Stella, both of them were breathless and flushed.

“Does your hand still hurt?” Matthew asked in a husky voice.

Stella shook her head, her senses returning.

She placed her hands on Matthew’s chest, trying to create some distance.

“I have something important to discuss with you.

”

Matthew, still breathing heavily, gazed at her with both affection and desire.

“We can talk later,” he murmured, leaning in for another ki*s.

However, Stella turned her head to evade his advances.

“I want to meet with Farris tomorrow.

”

When Stella uttered those words, she could unmistakably sense a sudden rigidity in Matthew’s body, his once-affectionate demeanor replaced by a darkened countenance.

The warmth that had enveloped them just moments ago evaporated Like morning mist.