When Love Come Late Novels & Stories

But I had heard her clearly say to him, ‘my love. A message came to me again. ‘Let’s talk now. I am out of the supermarket. I have just closed it. Come.’ “Oh, my God. He wants us to meet now. Shall I go?” You must be crazy if you don’t go. The same little voice spoke in my head, and I agreed.

“You’re too late.” ___________________

"Come for a ride." ***

Blake. Blake didn’t like being late. Not because he cared about rules—Maverick High’s staff wouldn’t dare punish him considering how much money his father pumped into the school every year—but because he preferred to arrive on his own time, under his own terms. Today, however, he had decided to drive himself to school instead of letting one of the drivers take him. His father had just added another luxury car to their collection, sleek and powerful, and Blake needed to show it off.

He sounded a little irritated. I didn't look back. Instead, I quickened my pace and turned into a nearby alley. His footsteps faded behind me. I knew his temper well. He had always been too proud to chase someone down the street. A few seconds later, his phone rang again. Esther's weak, delicate voice came through. "Timothy, my chest hurts. Can you come back soon?" Timothy was silent for two seconds. Finally, he said, "Wait for me." The roar of the car engine echoed through the alley.

Love, after all, didn’t need an audience. It only needed honesty even if it came too late

"Diana… you can be angry with me, but don't say things like that. Don't you remember everything we've been through? I want to marry you, to make it up to you, to take care of you, because I believe we love each other. I—" My voice rose, sharp and hard. "Who said we love each other? Callum, yes—I used to feel something more than sisterly affection for you. But you were in love with someone else. And now? Now I feel nothing for you. You say you love me—so what? What makes you think I want it?"

I looked at his stunned expression and finally asked the question I had carried silently for five years. "Gerald Cooper, did you ever really love me?" He blinked, caught off guard, but then rushed to answer, "Of course. Why else would I come back for you? Nessa, you're the only one I'd ever return to." I shook my head. "I don't think so. "You didn't come back because you love me. You came back because you finally realized you’ve lost the little toy who always listened to you." His face twisted in confusion. I did not stop there. "If I loved someone, I'd hold their heart carefully in my palms. I'd never go to another man while he was burning up with fever. I wouldn't let him cry, wouldn't let

Jared lowered his head to drink the soup quietly. A phone suddenly rang when someone walked past his ward, and the ringtone was “Later” by Rene Liu*. “Later, I finally learned how to love. Sadly, you’ve gone far away and disappeared in the crowd…” A tear rolled down the corner of Jared’s eye into the bowl of soup. When his butler came to the hospital the next day to send him soup again, he was startled when he saw Jared, who was on the bed. “Mr. Crawford…” Jared looked up. “What is it?”

The once-dull office had become lively and filled with gossip as my colleagues watched our relationship blossom and unfold. But now, the recipient of all that affection and effort was someone else. I didn't have time to dwell on it, as my workload was overwhelming. I had already stayed late for several nights to meet the demands of this project. Unsurprisingly, I stayed back to work overtime again that night. The sky had gone completely dark by the time I realized someone was standing next to me. "Tabitha, are you still working overtime?" I looked up and saw Luther. I couldn't fathom why he had come to find me.