Chapter 1110

Matthew clenched his teeth and uttered reluctantly, “Of course, you’re welcome.

”

“I knew Matthew wasn’t such a petty person.

Let’s go inside, Miley.

”

Neville chuckled, savoring the amusement in Matthew’s current look.

As the two of them entered the house, Stella released Matthew’s hand and trailed behind, only to be tugged back by him.

Wearing a hint of displeasure in his eyes, Matthew leaned in.

“Figure out a way to calm me down.

”

Stella was left speechless, realizing he was simply using it as an excuse for a ki*s.

“Hurry up,” Matthew urged, his eyes betraying a subtle anticipation.

Making sure that Neville and Miley were not looking, Stella tiptoed and gave the corner of Matthew’s lips a swift peck.

His mood lifted, transforming his expression into one of delight.

Stella felt a sense of helplessness once more.

Despite his uniquely handsome face and an air of noble stability, Matthew appeared remarkably endearing in her eyes-a contrast she hadn’t anticipated.

From the dining room, Neville exclaimed, “Looks like we’ve intruded on your evening.

”

Heading into the dining room, Stella observed a table adorned with sumptuous food and flickering candlelight-evidently, a considerate gesture from Matthew.

She felt a twinge of embarrassment for not giving Matthew a heads-up and failing to acknowledge his considerate gesture.

Matthew gestured for her to sit and urged, “Take a seat and dig in.

No need to dilly-dally.

”

With a nonchalant shrug and a playful grin, Neville settled into his chair.

As the four sat down, Neville’s playful demeanor shifted, and he asked seriously, “What’s the scoop on Prosperity Group these days?”

Matthew responded with indifference, “The collaboration with Evans Group is off, and I could use your assistance moving forward.

”

Pierce Group had strong connections with the prospective collaborator, and Neville’s help could grease the wheels for a smoother partnership.

“No problem.

” Neville agreed promptly, but a subtle change in his expression didn’t escape Matthew’s keen senses.

Matthew bit his lip but opted to keep quiet.

As dinner neared its end, Neville stood up and suggested, “I’ll go grab a bottle of wine.

We’re all here, so we should drink.

”

He headed to the wine cellar, and Matthew rose to tag along, saying casually, “I’ll give him a hand.

”