When Love Comes Late

When Love Comes Late.

NOVEL STATUS: ON GOING

PUBLISHED CHAPTERS: 300+ CHAPTERS

When Love Comes Late- Sneak Peek

At Seamarsh Airport, Stella Anderson stood in the waiting area, her large suitcase resting at her feet.

She glanced at her watch again. Thirty minutes had passed since she got off the plane, yet her husband, whom she had married a year ago, was nowhere to be seen.

She fanned herself with her fingers, frowning. She had already formed a bad impression of someone she had never met. This was supposed to be their first meeting. How could he be so late?

As she watched people come and go, her mind drifted back to her hasty marriage.

It had happened a year ago when her grandfather fell seriously ill.

Stella, who had been abroad at the time, rushed back home to see him. It was then that he expressed his wish to see her married soon.

Stella had wanted to refuse. But remembering how her grandfather had adopted her from an orphanage and raised her into the woman she had become, she couldn’t bring herself to disappoint him.

And so, she married the man her grandfather had chosen for her — a man she had never met.

The groom hadn’t even been present at their wedding day. Someone else had stepped in to handle the marriage registration.

She didn’t know her husband at all. All she knew was his name and that he was a businessman.

To this day, Stella wasn’t sure if her compromise had been the right choice. Her so-called husband hadn’t given her any reason to feel any affection for him.

She glanced at her watch for what felt like the hundredth time. Ten more minutes had passed.

Stella sighed exasperatedly. Just as she was about to call her grandfather, a screeching sound filled the air, almost bursting her eardrums.

A silver Aston Martin came to a sudden halt in front of her. The driver’s seat window rolled down.

Stella took a step back. When she saw the familiar face, she blurted out, “Why are you here?”

𝙉𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮 → gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸳𝖼𝗼𝗺

Behind the wheel was the last person she expected to see now — her cousin, Oliver Palmer.

“Ouch! That hurts!” Oliver exclaimed, clutching his chest as if in real pain. He stepped out of the car and pouted. “Your return is so important. We haven’t seen each other in ages. As your cousin, I couldn’t resist coming to pick you up. But you’re so mean to me. It’s not fair!”

Stella wasn’t surprised by his theatrics. She rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue, remaining silent.

“Hop in, Stella. You must be tired and hungry. I’ll treat you to lunch.” Oliver grabbed her suitcase with one hand, placed his other hand on her shoulder, and gave her a shove toward the car.

“Wait! I can’t go with you.” Stella pulled her suitcase back.

“Why?” Oliver stopped, then scoffed. “Is it because of your husband? You still want to wait for him?”

Stella didn’t reply, but her expression spoke volumes.

Oliver snorted. “Don’t wait for him anymore. Need I remind you he hasn’t contacted you since you got married? Doesn’t that tell you everything?”

Stella was at a loss for words.

“If he wanted to pick you up, he would have arrived before I did. How can you trust a man who’s ignored you for a year?” Oliver added, sarcasm lacing his tone.

Stella lifted her chin defensively. “But Grandpa said Maverick will come for me.”

She believed Maverick would keep his promise to her grandfather.

Oliver pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Even if you insist on waiting, you don’t have to stand in the sun. Get into the car. It’s hot outside.”

As they argued, a tall figure emerged from the crowd and headed toward them. Matthew Clark was on the phone. “I’m already at the airport. Take your medicine now.”

A soft female voice replied, “Remember, Ella is wearing a red dress today. She has long curly hair, and her suitcase is black.”

“I’ve already seen her, Grandma. Now, can you stop worrying?” Matthew’s gaze fixed on the pair a few meters away. He frowned. A woman fitting his grandmother’s description—down to the suitcase’s color—had just climbed into a man’s car.

His tone turned cold. “Got to go, Grandma. I’ll call you later.”

Matthew’s face darkened, and an icy glint appeared in his deep-set eyes.

He put away his phone, turned around, and walked off.

Back in his car, Matthew’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as he watched the two people in the sports car.

The man handed the woman a bottle of water. As she drank from it, he smoothed her hair dotingly. Though Matthew couldn’t see her face, that no longer mattered to him.

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