Chapter 1111
When Love Comes Late
Once the two men departed, Stella leaned in towards Miley, whispering, âHowâs everything between you and Neville these days?â
Stella anticipated Mileyâs response to be filled with joy, but her friendâs demeanor was unexpectedly calm.
âNo progress,â Miley said blankly, her voice flat and dull.
Stellaâs brows knitted together.
âWhatâs wrong? Things not going smoothly?â
Gazing at her plate, Miley shook her head and set down her fork after a brief pause.
A hint of distress crept into her voice as she said, âIâve barely spent any time with Neville lately.
Initially, it was due to my hectic work schedule, and we couldnât sync our timings.
But recently, even though Iâve wrapped up most of my work and have more free time, Neville is always busy.
He insists I shouldnât visit him at his office.
â
Detecting Mileyâs melancholy, Stellaâs frown deepened.
After thinking for a moment, she ventured a guess.
âCould it be that Neville is cheating?â
Neville, known as a playboy, always sparked skepticism in Stella.
Doubting his inclination to settle down with one woman, Stella worried that Miley might end up getting hurt.
But as an outsider, she couldnât intervene.
âI donât know,â Miley admitted with a lost expression.
In their encounters, Neville proved remarkably attentive and caring, a stark contrast to any hint of waning interest.
âIâm just puzzled; I canât fathom what heâs truly thinking.
â She sighed, a bitter smile fleeting across her face.
Offering solace, Stella suggested, âHow about I inquire about Neville from Matthew?â
âNo thanks.
â Miley declined, shaking her head.
âItâs between Neville and me; weâll figure it out ourselves.
You and Matthew have your share of troubles.
No need to worry about me.
â
With that, Miley gave Stella a reassuring smile.
Stellaâs heart broke at her friendâs sad smile.
Despite wanting to help, she respected Mileyâs wish not to interfere.
Meanwhile, Neville, standing at the wine cellar entrance, irritably pulled out a cigarette and took a drag.
No sooner had he inhaled than his phone began to ring.
Frowning at the name displayed on the screen, Neville hesitated for a few seconds before answering.
âI donât want to date that woman.
Stop it,â he asserted.
His mother, resolute on the other end, replied, âI can introduce you to others if you donât like this girl.
But Miley is out of the question.
I donât like her.
â