When Love Comes Late

“Matthew is Tobin? You mean Tobin, the lead designer at KlassicLuxe?” She fixed her eyes on Slater, seeking further validation.

Slater offered a faint nod.

Stella’s eyes grew wide, locking onto Slater’s visage.

She detected no trace of jest in his statement.

As she mulled over additional questions, Slater signaled an end to their conversation.

He gestured for the waiter, instructing, “Please bring these two ladies a bottle of your finest whiskey, on my account.

”

The waiter promptly went to fulfill the request.

Turning his focus back to Stella, Slater chuckled softly.

“Consider this bottle a gift, a tribute to the victor.

Hope we cross paths again.

”

As he sauntered off, a wily gleam flickered in his eyes.

Since Matthew had made a fool of him, he felt it only fair to reciprocate.

Stella observed Slater’s receding figure, taking a moment to regain her poise.

Finally sitting down, she felt as if all her energy had been sapped away.

Her thoughts resembled a knotted ball of yarn, impossible to untangle.

If Matthew was indeed Tobin, did Tobin’s design he had given her reflect his true intentions?

And regarding the KlassicLuxe Design Competition, was Matthew secretly rooting for her?

Stella was caught in an emotional tempest, baffled as to why Matthew had hidden his identity as Tobin.

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The realization that her long-admired designer was none other than her boss, and a man she secretly harbored feelings for, left Stella with a sense of bitterness.

The emotional distance between her and Matthew seemed to expand with each passing second.

Miley observed the sudden change in Stella’s complexion and felt a surge of concern.

Swiftly approaching Stella, she grasped her hand, only to find it chillingly cold.

Her worry intensified.

“Stella, are you alright?”

Gathering her thoughts, Stella met Miley’s anxious look and shook her head.