When Love Comes Late

“My point, exactly! With this theme, we won’t have to worry about the sales of this season’s product line.

”

Stella remained humble despite their commendations.

“Please, this season’s products are the results of everyone’s hard work.

It’s a collective effort, so we should all congratulate ourselves equally.

”

With that, the entire room broke into enthusiastic applause.

Even Matthew was clapping his hands as he looked at Stella with newfound appreciation and… something else.

Some foreign emotion he couldn’t name.

In the midst of everyone’s cheers, a sudden noise caught everyone’s attention.

They turned in unison toward the source of the sound, which was quickly followed by several gasps of concern.

“Oh, no! Lindsay has fainted!”

Sure enough, Lindsay had fallen off her wheelchair and was slumped on the floor, unconscious.

Matthew’s expression shifted dramatically.

In an instant, he swept Lindsay into his arms and rushed toward the door.

The sudden commotion left everyone in the conference room stunned.

Stella observed the worry etched on his face, her heart sinking with quiet sorrow.

One of the senior executives was the first to recover from the shock.

Just before Matthew reached the door, he quickly asked, “Mr.

Clark, with you leaving, what about the meeting…”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Matthew responded, his tone decisive, “Fernando will take over.

”

And with that, he carried Lindsay out.

The senior executives exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions a mix of confusion and unease, many of their gazes landing on Stella.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Doreen, unsure how to react, cast a worried look toward Stella.

Fernando, a long-time aide to Matthew, swiftly stepped in to restore order.

“No need for alarm, everyone.

Mr.

Clark deeply values the Prosperity Group’s employees.

Since Lindsay fainted during the meeting, it’s only natural that Mr.

Clark would prioritize her well- being.

”

He then addressed Stella directly, his voice carrying across the room.

“Mrs.

Clark, shall we resume the meeting?”

His words served as a pointed reminder of her position.

Stella snapped back to attention.

She remained composed, offering a gracious smile.

“Yes, let’s proceed.

Thank you, Fernando.

”

“It’s my duty,” he replied with a nod, clearly relieved, his gratitude evident in his eyes.

Turning to the group, he instructed, “Let’s move forward with the agenda.

”

No one dared to speak out of turn, and everyone promptly returned to their seats.

For the remainder of the meeting, only Stella’s voice commanded the room.