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When Love Comes Late by PASSION

Chapter 1175
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He stopped, his face tensing, voice growing heavier.

"This guy must've done a lot to gain my mom's trust Like this.

Stella knew this was a sensitive topic about Amara's personal life, so she stayed silent.

She embraced Matthew, whispering, "I'll take a day off from filming tomorrow.

I'll cto Fairwa with you.

Women sometimes find it easier to talk about these things.

I'll talk to your mom.

She adores you; she'll surely understand why you want her to leave that man.

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Matthew hugged her back tightly, his face nestled in her neck, comforted by her scent.

"Honey, I feel like having a drink, just a bit.

" Stella didn't protest.

The night had been overwhelming.

Maybe a little alcohol would help soothe his nerves.

Matthew filled two glasses with wine.

He claimed he wasn't much of a drinker, but before Stella even finished half her glass, he'd downed three.

The bottle was soon only a third full.

Stella, noticing his pace, felt the need to intervene.

"Honey, maybe you should stop drinking.

It's late, and remember, we've got to head to Fairwa tomorrow.

Let's get ssleep.

" Matthew heeded her advice and headed to bed.

They cuddled up together, but Matthew's sleep was troubled.

He dreamt of Amara being taken away.

He shouted her name, trying desperately to save her, but she kept slipping further away.

Suddenly, Matthew jolted awake.

His phone was buzzing insistently on the bedside table.

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He glanced at Stella, still sleeping soundly, before picking up the phone and tiptoeing out of the room.

It was Fernando on the line.

"What's going on? Why so early?" Matthew asked.

"There's trouble, Mr.

Clark," Fernando replied, his voice tense.

"A woman and a bunch of people are causing a scene at Prosperity Group!" The first floor of the Prosperity Group building was buzzing with noise.

Leading the commotion, a middle-aged woman broke through the crowd, shouting, "Can you believe it The CEO of Prosperity Group is a home-wrecker's son.

So shameful! She's always been the type to lure men, and now she's at it is co again. Everyone needs to see her true colors!" This woman, Nell Singh, was employed by Wilbert.

She was shouting like she'd been deeply wronged, completely caught up in her hysteria.