“How do you know it wasn’t him who did it?” Matthew asked with a hint of irony, leaving Ste puzzled.


    She met his gaze and adopted a more serious tone.


    “Regardless of whether it was him or not, I will find the truth and address my rtionship with Farris.


    In the future, please don’t interfere with my choices in making friends.


    ”


    Matthew wanted to say something but ultimately held his words because Ste was starting to get angry.


    At that moment, his primary concern was Ste’s injured wrist, and he was determined to help her recover.


    As for Farris, he harbored no intentions of letting him off if it turned out that he had harmed Ste.


    That night, Blue me refuted the rumors and announced that Ste, as their coborative designer in Seamarsh, would be designing a dress for their leading star, Alina Walker.


    Alina was ted to wear the dress at an uing award ceremony to be held in Seamarshter that year.


    Upon seeing the news, Ste experienced a whirlwind of emotions—joy, excitement, and nervousness all rolled into one.


    After all, Alina was an international superstar, a prominent figure in several top TV series in the country.


    Fashion designers mored for the chance to create dresses for her, forming long queues.


    The unexpected assignment to work with Alina was indeed a rare opportunity.


    Ste’s enthusiasm was palpable as she babbled incoherently.


    She couldn’t contain her excitement and patted Matthew’s hand, urging him to take a look at the screen.


    Matthew nced at it, maintaining hisposure, and suggested, “Let’s celebrate at hometer and wish your studio a sessful opening.


    ”


    Ste agreed with a nod.


    Upon returning home, Matthew took charge of cooking steak himself.


    Ste offered to help, but he insisted she refrain, citing her wrist injury.


    Left in the living room, Ste decided to research information about Blue me and Alina, wanting to better align herself with their future coboration.


    Once everything was prepared, Matthew escorted Ste to the dining room.Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.


    The room was softly lit, and the table was elegantly set with neatly arranged dishes, a few candles, and a bottle of Bordeaux wine.


    Astonishment flickered in Ste’s eyes, and she turned to Matthew.


    “Did you prepare all of this by yourself? Your culinary skills are truly improving.


    ”


    Compared to the charred breakfast he had previously attempted, this steak Looked appetizing.


    Ste took her seat and reached for a ss to pour wine but Matthew stopped her.


    “You’re still on medication.


    Let me handle the drinking this time.


    We can toast together once your hand is fully healed.


    ”


    Ste nodded and set down her ss.


    Matthew, still carrying a tinge of mncholy from Farris’ call, indulged in more wine than intended.