A chill raced down Alex’s spine, but he quickly pledged, “Mr. Clark, I assure you, I will not let you down. Feel free to review my work anytime.”
When Stella awoke, her gaze found Matthew.
He sat beside her, his presence defined by the pristine white shirt he wore, its collar undone just so, yet without a crease to mar its perfection.
Matthew sat with impeccable posture, meticulously peeling an apple.
His full attention was devoted to his task as the crimson apple skin curled gracefully in the air with each precise stroke of the fruit knife. He hadn’t noticed Stella’s eyes on him just yet.
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Surprise flickered through Stella’s eyes, a silent marvel at the sight of this man, so singular in a task as simple as peeling an apple.
She couldn’t resist sneaking another peek at Matthew, the edges of her mouth curling into a subtle smile. The scene was indeed charming, and she had no desire to interrupt his quiet concentration.
She held her silence until he finished with the apple. Only then did she make a small noise.
Matthew’s attention snapped up. He placed the apple on the bedside table and gently assisted Stella into a sitting position.
“How do you feel today? Are you still in any discomfort?”
Stella shook her head, a lightness in her tone.
“I’m feeling much better. Thank you.”
“Would you like an apple? I peeled one just now.” Matthew’s voice was tender.
“Or perhaps you’re ready for some breakfast?”
“I’ll have the apple.” Stella accepted it with a warm smile and savored a bite. After a moment, she broached the subject weighing on her mind.
“When might I be discharged from the hospital?”
She had an engagement with Mia; she had not anticipated a car accident to disrupt.
Another day in the hospital was another delay, and Stella couldn’t help but worry about falling behind.
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Matthew seemed to understand her concern intuitively.
“Mia will be in Seamarsh until the month’s end. Your health must come first. I’ll speak with the doctor about when you can go home,” he assured her with a comforting depth to his voice.
Stella nodded.
Matthew handed her a glass of water before continuing, “The accident has been thoroughly investigated, and it was indeed Dulce who orchestrated it.”
Stella’s expression did not waver as she had suspected as much.
“The gown you designed has been finalized. It caught the eye of Molina Wellington, who has not only purchased it but agreed to endorse your studio,” Matthew informed her, outlining the fruits of his efforts, a testament to his care. Stella was touched.