Chapter 377:

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Intrigued, Stella inquired, «What did he tell you?»

Pausing, Matthew fixed her with an intense gaze. A slight smile graced his lips as he revealed, «He shared many stories from your childhood. I was so captivated that I lost track of time. My apologies for making you wait.» He also explained why he came back late.

The notion was that he had stayed late to learn more about her.

Feeling her cheeks redden, Stella found herself touched by Matthew’s thoughtfulness. «Did Grandpa delve into stories of my mischievous youth?»

Grinning, Matthew responded, «He mentioned how you were quite the handful as a child, always persuading your cousin to take you horseback riding. I find it endearing. We should go riding ourselves sometime.»

Stella nodded. «Alright.»

Switching the topic, Matthew asked, «Did you manage to get some rest earlier?»

Smoothing her hair, Stella affirmed, «I slept well.»

Just then, a gust of wind wafted a delicate floral scent through the air.

Inhaling deeply, Stella began, «This garden is huge! Mr. Clark, your villa…»

She halted abruptly, words failing her.

Stella found it hard to fully accept that Matthew was now her husband. Her embarrassment was palpable, a feeling she couldn’t easily shake off.

Sensing her discomfort, Matthew said gently, «You can call me whatever feels right for you. I’ll give you the space and time to adjust. Let’s get to know one another again.»

Stella looked at him, silent yet deeply observant.

Bathed in the ethereal glow of the moonlight, his handsome visage was even more striking, and his eyes sparkled with a disarming charm.

He had an uncanny ability to impart a comforting sense of security and understanding.

A quiver ran through Stella’s heart. She realized that if she remained there any longer, she might succumb to the love he offered.

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Snapping back to reality, she averted her gaze and said hastily, «I’ve left some food for you in the kitchen. If you’re hungry, feel free to eat. I’m going to rest now.» Without waiting for a response, she made a hasty exit.

Matthew remained motionless, his eyes following Stella as she retreated. A smile graced his lips.

When he later entered the dining room and saw the food Stella had prepared for him, that smile widened. As he savored the meal, the thought of Stella resting upstairs filled him with a sense of peace.

Once, living with her had been a mere dream, but now it was a reality.

Memories of Stella’s shyness danced in his mind as he relished the last bites of her delicious cooking. He ate his plate clean.

Just as he placed the utensils down, his phone buzzed to life.

The screen displayed Fernando’s name.

Matthew frowned.

It must be urgent for Fernando to call at such a time.

The moment he answered, Fernando’s voice came through, tinged with urgency and gravity. «Mr. Clark, something bad happened to the Fairwa project!»

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