All Chapters of When In My Dreams, I Met You: Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

“I don’t want this to end,” she whispered in her mind as Vince paused for a moment. But before she could process her thoughts, she pulled him back in, her body moving like a wild tigress drawn to the allure of their intense connection. Everything they were doing felt so foreign, so new, and yet, there was an undeniable pull. This was more than just passion; it was a storm brewing inside her, a beautiful disaster unleashed all at once. Her emotions surged and swirled within her, and with a quiet whisper against his ear, she uttered, “Oh please, punish me.”She was giving herself up to him completely, offering herself as the release for their shared chaos. Their emotions were raw and unfiltered, finally allowing them to surrender to the overwhelming desire and pain of the past. In each other’s embrace, they found the balm for the wounds they had carried with them for so long. It was as though the years of anguish had led to this moment, where their bodies and souls could finally heal.Fo

"Mom, I need to tell you something. Vince and I… we like each other. I’m saying this not to ask for your approval, but because I don’t want to lie to you anymore. I’m sorry if you’re disappointed in me, but I’m old enough to make my own decisions. I remembered my past, and Vince and I talked about everything. He understands, even about his parents. I’ve already been punished for my mistakes, and I’ve been forgiven. I don’t want to blame myself for something I wasn’t responsible for, just because I was too young to understand.”She didn’t know if this was the right time to reveal her relationship with Vince to her mom, but her mom’s ears were sharp, and she was too late to stop herself from saying it. Cara’s best friend excused herself and left early, clearly trying to avoid the impending interrogation that she knew would come. She had been helpful, but now Cara was alone with her mother, who was already suspicious of what she had been doing."But I don’t want you to be hurt in the end,

“Professor, may I speak with you for a moment?” Vince asked, his voice tinged with unease. His mind was a whirlwind of restless thoughts as he walked toward Cara’s closest friend and most trusted confidante. He felt an overwhelming urge to learn more about Cara—specifically, the fears she had kept buried, the ones she had yet to share with him. His need to understand her was growing, and he hoped that her closest friend could provide insight into the things Cara had yet to reveal. “What’s this about? Is this regarding Cara?” she asked, her tone almost knowing. She motioned for him to follow her toward the counseling room, as though she anticipated his question before he even spoke it. Vince, feeling a mix of apprehension and curiosity, followed her quietly, sensing that whatever she would say would leave him with more questions than answers. Once they were seated in the quiet of the room, Vince didn’t waste any time. He asked, his voice steady but filled with urgency, “Can you tell m

Vince pressed the brakes, bringing the car to a stop at the front gate of his childhood home. As he gazed out the front window, memories flooded—his family, his childhood in this familiar neighborhood, and the days spent playing with Cara, his old friend. He stepped out of the car, carrying a basket of fruits as a gesture of respect to the family to whom he owed his life. Yet, deep down, he couldn’t ignore the truth—that it was this very family who had shaped his childhood into something both traumatic and unbelievably complex.As he approached the gate, Vince spotted a familiar face—his uncle, alongside his wife, both smiling warmly and offering a welcoming gesture. Never in his wildest thoughts had he imagined returning to this place, especially not while recalling the hurtful words his uncle had once thrown at him, as if he had never truly been part of their family. He vividly remembered that after his parents died, he had become an orphan, with no relatives willing to accept him or