When Love Comes Late
Chapter 930

Startled, she turned her head and found Matthew’s handsome face looming close to hers.

Their breaths mingled, their proximity causing her cheeks to flush suddenly.

Matthew lay in the bed, eyes closed.

A faint sound caught his attention, causing him to snap his eyes open abruptly.

Noticing Stella was awake, he relaxed, offered a smile, and asked, “You’re awake? How do you feel? Do you have any discomfort?”

Stella was not used to Matthew tenderly caring for her.

She sat up and asked, “Why did I pass out? Did Dr.

Aguilar say anything?”

Matthew also sat up and asked, “Do you remember what happened yesterday?”

Stella frowned thoughtfully before saying, “Yes.

I remember Dr.

Aguilar showing me the video of the car accident yesterday…”

She cut herself short and stared down, lost in thought.

Matthew asked worriedly, “Do you remember anything?”

Stella rubbed her temples, nodded, and said, “I remember what happened up before I passed out.

If the car accident really happened, it means my mother is still alive.

”

As soon as she was done talking, she hurriedly lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

“Slow down,” Matthew called after her as he stood up.

Stella picked up a pen and paper and drew down the image of her mother as it was in her mind.

But the memory was quite vague, and it was quite hard for her to draw her facial features.

Matthew, standing beside her, observed the graceful outline of her drawing and intuitively discerned its subject.

Silently, he watched Stella with keen interest.

A furrow appeared on her forehead as she tightly gripped her pencil.

Despite her earnest efforts to recall, the details eluded her.

In a moment of frustration, she set the pen down in dismay.

Matthew gently comforted her with a reassuring pat on the shoulder, saying, “Don’t dwell on what you can’t remember.

The treatment has just started, and a lot could unfold.

You’ve just woken up.

Don’t push yourself too hard.

”

Stella gazed at the incomplete outline on the paper.

After thoughtful moments, she conceded that Matthew was correct.

She needed to take it slow.

After all, those memories were from her childhood.

A complete recollection would take time.

Her top priority was to finish the design sketch Alina had asked for as quickly as possible.

Matthew looked at his watch and said, “Go wash yourself, then come down for breakfast.

I have to be at the company to deal with something.

I’ll take you out later tonight.

”

After they both had breakfast, Matthew went out.