When Love Comes Late
Chapter 994

With a forced smile and a hint of guilt in her eyes, Leslie stammered, “No… no problem…”

As Stella moved to assist Matthew, Leslie extended her hand too.

However, Stella gently halted her, offering a reassuring smile.

“You must be shaken up too.

Don’t worry about him; he’s okay.

”

Feeling a bit awkward, Leslie pulled back her hand and stepped out of the elevator.

Stella knelt down beside Matthew, her expression laced with concern.

She said soothingly, “Matthew, you’re okay.

There’s nothing to fear.

”

Upon hearing Stella’s familiar tone, Matthew’s eyes fluttered open.

Recognizing her, he clung to her, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

After regaining his composure, Matthew presented the cake, saying, “I brought your favorite cake.

”

Stella’s heart tightened as she looked at the cake.

Despite his distress, he remembered her favorite cake.

Meanwhile, Leslie watched them from outside the elevator.

The warmth in Matthew’s eyes when he looked at Stella made her feel a mix of awkwardness and sadness.

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Mateo observed his daughter’s emotions closely.

Taking Leslie’s hand, he bid farewell.

“Mr.

and Mrs.

Clark, we’ll head out now.

I’ll prepare some medication for Mrs.

Clark.

Please make sure she takes it as prescribed.

We can schedule the next therapy session once she feels better.

”

With that, he led Leslie away.

The restaurant manager, witnessing Matthew’s ordeal, was visibly panicked and sweating profusely.

He quickly offered, “Mr.

and Mrs.

Clark, I’ve arranged a lounge for you to rest.

I’m deeply sorry for this incident.

”

Stella gave a nod and gently assisted Matthew to his feet.

The manager quickly scooped up the coat from the floor, took the cake from Stella, and guided them to the lounge area.

“Mrs.

Clark, let me know if you need anything.

I’ll be right outside.

”

“Okay,” Stella responded, her voice showing little interest as she helped Matthew settle onto the sofa.

She pulled out some tissues to dab away the sweat on his forehead.

After a short rest on the sofa, Matthew seemed to regain his strength.

“How are you feeling? Should we go to the hospital?” Stella looked at him with concern, her voice soft and caring.