บททั้งหมดของ When Love Finds Its Way Back : บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Cassienne was reviewing a product stability report when a soft knock came against her office door. “Come in,” she said, eyes still on her screen. The door opened gently, and Tina stepped inside. She wasn’t dressed in her usual bold, attention-seeking fashion today. Instead, she wore a structured ivory blouse tucked into high-waisted charcoal trousers, her hair pulled into a sleek low bun. Minimal makeup. Keeping a calm professional look. Cassienne noticed her immediately. “Tina?” she looked up, surprised but composed. “Is everything alright?” Tina closed the door behind her. “Yes. I won’t take much of your time. I actually came to discuss something work-related.” Cassienne leaned back slightly. “Go ahead.” Tina walked forward and placed a slim folder on the desk. Her movements were measured, not theatrical, not defensive. “I’ve been reviewing the user engagement metrics from the expo launch,” Tina began. “There’s a spike in consumer interest for AI-driven domestic systems—not

The moment Cassienne’s car turned into the boulevard leading to the arena, it was clear this was no longer an ordinary Saturday match. It was an event. Barricades lined both sides of the entrance road. Security personnel in black tactical suits stood in formation. Camera vans occupied nearly every free space outside the complex. Reporters were already broadcasting live. And the crowd? The crowd was wild. Banners waved in the air: “WELCOME NULLWRAITH.” “OBSIDIAN_13 FOREVER.” “QUEEN OF THE ARENA.” Some fans had painted streaks of black and silver under their eyes. Others wore customized jerseys with 13 printed boldly at the back. A few held handmade posters that read, “You Changed My Game.” The SUV slowed. Inside, Cassienne exhaled slowly. She hadn’t expected this. Jessica had told her it would be “a little loud.” This was not little. Steve’s security unit had arrived earlier and was already coordinating with arena security. Two layers of protection were in place, inner-cir

Daisy and Ray had a date. The restaurant Ray chose was not flashy. But it was beautiful. Private rooftop with clean glass railings overlooking the city skyline. Daisy arrived first. She wore a sleek black satin dress that hugged her curves without trying too hard. Thin straps. Minimal jewelry. Her blonde hair fell freely over her shoulders. She wasn’t dressed to impress him. She was dressed because she knew she looked good. Ray arrived two minutes later. Dark tailored trousers. Crisp white shirt. Sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms. No tie. No jacket. He looked like control wrapped in quiet danger. When he saw her, he paused. Daisy smirked. “You’re staring, doctor.” “I’m assessing,” he replied calmly as he pulled out her chair. “Oh?” she leaned back slightly. “And your diagnosis?” He sat opposite her. “High risk.” She laughed softly. “Of what?” “Addiction.” Their food arrived, but neither of them was paying attention. Ray didn’t flirt with words. He observed. He studi

The morning light slipped through the half-closed curtains, painting soft golden stripes across the tangled sheets. Cassienne slept deeply, her body curled in peaceful surrender. Her back pressed firmly against Dreston’s chest, the curve of her ass nestled perfectly against his aching hardness. Every slow breath she took pushed her softer against him, an innocent torture she didn’t even know she was inflicting. Dreston had been awake for nearly an hour. He tried to stay still, tried to let her rest. But his body refused to obey. His cock throbbed with every tiny shift of her hips, every unconscious wiggle that rubbed her warm skin along his length. He had buried himself inside her only hours ago, twice, and still it wasn’t enough. Five years of restraint, five years of sleeping in separate rooms, five years of hurting her, had finally snapped something inside him. Now that the dam had broken, he couldn’t rebuild it. She moved again in her sleep, a small sigh escaping her lips.

The kitchen slowly returned to order after Emily retreated to the dining room. Cassienne refused to look at Dreston for a full thirty seconds. He, on the other hand, looked entirely pleased with himself. “You could at least pretend to be embarrassed,” she muttered, gathering the plates. “I am embarrassed,” he replied casually, picking up the pan of pancakes. “You’re smirking.” “That’s my embarrassed face.” She shot him a look. He leaned closer as they arranged the table together, lowering his voice. “You looked very comfortable on that counter.” “Dreston,” she hissed softly, cheeks warming again. He brushed past her intentionally when reaching for the cutlery, his hand sliding briefly along the small of her back. She stiffened. “Stop touching me.” “I’m supposed to be married to you.” “That doesn’t mean you can behave like this in front of my mother.” He leaned close enough for his breath to graze her ear. “She wants grandchildren.” Cassienne nearly dropped the fork i