LOGINCassienne felt something press lightly against her thigh. It was familiar in a way. Even in her half-asleep state, she understood what it meant. For a brief moment, she stayed still, her body reacting instinctively before her mind could catch up. There was a part of her that almost leaned into it, almost welcomed it. But when reality settled in. Her eyes opened slowly. She found herself lying very close to Dreston. Her cheek rested against his chest, her upper body pressed against him, and one of her legs was draped over his. Cassienne exhaled softly. This had happened many times before. She had always been a restless sleeper, often moving without realizing it. But this time, it felt different. Dreston’s arm was wrapped tightly around her, holding her in place. His grip was firm, almost possessive, as though he had no intention of letting her go. She lifted her head slightly and looked at him. His eyes were closed. But something about the way he held her made her doubt he was tru
By the time Dreston stepped out of the bathroom, the room had grown quiet. Cassienne was already asleep. He stopped beside the bed and looked at her without saying a word. Her body was relaxed, her breathing slow and even. A few strands of her hair had fallen across her face, and his eyes followed the gentle rise and fall of her chest. There was something about the way she looked that made him pause. A small smile formed on his lips before he realised it. He didn't understand why he was smiling, but it felt natural, like something he had done many times before. He stepped closer and adjusted the covers over her carefully, making sure she was comfortable. His movements were slow but precise, as if he didn't want to disturb her rest. After that, he moved to the other side of the bed and lay down. However, he did not sleep immediately. His eyes remained on her. He watched her quietly, taking in the calmness of her face. He noticed the softness of her features, the stillness
Cassienne kissed him deeply, without holding anything back. At that moment, she didn’t care whether he remembered everything or not. All she wanted was him. The man she loved. The man she had almost lost. Dreston also didn't back down. His arms tightened around her, pulling her closer as if there was still space left between them. But there wasn’t. Cassienne shifted slightly and settled more comfortably against him, her body pressed to his as the kiss deepened. There was a familiarity in the way he held her, in the way his hands moved carefully but confidently, like he had done this many times before. Even if he couldn’t remember it. Dreston kissed her with urgency, like he didn’t want to stop, like he needed this more than he understood. Cassienne’s fingers moved gently into his hair, careful not to apply too much pressure because she still remembered his condition. She was mindful. Even at this moment. But the closeness between them was overwhelming. The warmth. The connection.
Cassienne rested her head against his shoulder and allowed herself to relax into him. Dreston’s arm remained around her, steady and warm, holding her close in a way that felt both familiar and new. Neither of them spoke. The silence between them was no longer heavy. It had softened into something calm, something that felt almost right. Then her phone rang. The sound broke through the quiet moment, and Cassienne flinched slightly. She pulled away gently from him. “Excuse me,” she said softly. Dreston let his arm fall back to his side as she reached into her bag and brought out her phone. The screen lit up, showing her secretary’s name. She answered immediately. “Hello,” she said in a soft voice. Dreston turned his head slightly and watched her. “Ma’am, Mr. Sandler wants to confirm if you have done reviewing the proposal.” Cassienne touched her temple lightly as soon as she heard the name. “Actually, I forgot to review the proposal,” she replied. “Just tell him that I will get b
Finally, Cassienne smiled. It wasn’t that big smile. But it was real, the type that made her heart soft and relieved. Dreston saw her reaction and for a moment, he didn’t look away. He found himself watching her longer than he should, taking in the way her expression changed, the way her eyes softened when she smiled.Something about it felt… right to him and that was what confused him. Because from what he remembered, things between them had never been like this. Their relationship had been distant, controlled, almost emotionless.But now, he was seeing her differently. He frowned slightly to himself.“Has she always been like this… and I was just too blind to notice?” The thought lingered in his mind longer than he expected.Cassienne didn’t notice what was going on in his head. She was simply glad he had made that decision about Tina. It gave her a kind of quiet relief she hadn’t felt in days.Dreston finished the soup slowly. And when he was done, he picked up a napkin and wiped h
The space between them felt different. It was filled with something neither of them knew how to address. Cassienne stood still for a moment after turning to him, her heart unsettled by the way he had looked at her. There was no coldness in his eyes this time, but there was no warmth either. It was something in between, something curious.Dreston didn’t say anything. He simply looked at her, as if he was trying to understand something about her that didn’t make sense to him.Mrs. Rawlings sensed the shift immediately. “I’ll leave you two,” she said gently, stepping aside.Cassienne nodded. “Thank you.”When the older woman walked away, the quiet returned.Dreston turned slightly toward the house. “Come in.”His tone was calm and neutral, but Cassienne followed him without hesitation.They walked inside together, side by side but not touching. The silence between them stretched, not awkward but heavy with everything they weren’t saying.“How are you feeling?” Cassienne asked softly.“Be
Cassienne had been buried in work the moment she stepped into her office. She hadn’t stepped out even once. Her door remained closed, her attention locked on the screen in front of her, fingers moving steadily as she worked through files, approvals, and schedules. She wasn’t the only one under p
Somewhere in Teriporto, in Richbouph, VORTEX SYNTH SYSTEMS stood like a fortress of glass and steel. It was a global e-sports and tech conglomerate, feared as much as it was respected. Ranked third among the world’s best tech companies, Vortex was known for only one thing—domination. They built a
Cassienne followed Corren’s gaze, her brows knitting together in faint confusion. The door had been left slightly ajar, and now it was fully open. Standing at the entrance was Joseph Tremont, Dreston’s father, his tall frame rigid, his face carved into an expression as hard and unreadable as ston
Dreston was genuinely shocked when he saw the number of hands raised in the conference room. Dozens of hands were raised. Almost everyone. For a brief moment, he just stared at those hands. Then amusement flickered through his eyes. Before Cassienne walked in, he had already been planning his exit







