บททั้งหมดของ When Love Finds Its Way Back : บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

The city was quiet in Cassienne's part of town. From the floor-to-ceiling glass window of her bedroom, Cassienne could see the skyline stretching endlessly into the night—silver lights blinking against the darkness, traffic flowing like veins of molten gold beneath her building. She sat cross-legged on the polished wooden floor, laptop balanced on her thighs, her back resting lightly against the cool glass. The room was dim except for the glow of her screen. Her fingers moved quickly across the keyboard. It was precise, confident and relentless. Lines of code filled the screen—structures she hadn’t touched in months. Algorithms she once sketched out in notebooks late at night when the world felt too heavy. Her secret project. The one she had buried when life got complicated. The same one she told no one about. Not Dreston. Not her friends. Not even herself, sometimes. But tonight, she had returned to it. And it felt… like reclaiming something. After Aurora and Daisy left earl

Finally, Cassienne has agreed to meet up with Tina. She specifically chose the location herself. She chose a quiet rooftop restaurant overlooking the city. A place she likes a lot. She was first to arrive. It was a windy evening. The skyline glowing amber as the sun dipped lower. Cassienne sat straight-backed, composed, fingers lightly wrapped around a glass of sparkling water. When Tina arrived, she looked polished as always. Cream blazer. Soft makeup. And a controlled smile. “Cass,” Tina greeted warmly, as if they had never been enemies. “Tina.” They hugged briefly and they sat down. For the first few minutes, the conversation stayed strictly professional. Tina discussed a proposal and a restructuring idea for Auralink’s partnership pipeline. She spoke clearly, and confidently. Cassienne listened, asked questions, and corrected a few projections. It was efficient and civil. Almost normal. Then Tina’s tone shifted. “I’m glad we’re at least talking again,” she said softly.

Her arms wrapped around his neck fast. She pulled him close and kissed him deeply. Her lips crashed into his. It was hungry, full of all the love she'd buried. He responded right away. His arms circled her waist, pulling her tight against him. The kiss was fire, tongues dancing, breaths mixing with the steam. Water poured over them like a blessing. When they broke for air, his eyes searched hers. "Cass..." "I love you," she whispered. "I do. I'm scared, but... I trust you." That was enough. The wall crumbled. And Dreston kissed her again. It was slower, and deeper now. His hands roamed her body freely. No holding back. He backed her against the cool tile wall. Water splashed around them. "Let me show you," he murmured against her neck. "How much I love you." He dropped to his knees. The shower rained on his back. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them gently. "So beautiful," he said, voice rough with want. His mouth found her warm centre, and his tongue licks over her fo

He held still briefly, letting her adjust, feeling the way her body gripped him like a perfect fit. But the need was too strong; he began to move—slow, deliberate thrusts that savored every sensation. This wasn't like the night before in the shower, or even their first frantic reunion. This was deeper, more deliberate. He angled his hips experimentally, seeking new depths, hitting spots that made her gasp and arch beneath him. "Dreston... it's so... intense," she panted, her hands roaming his shoulders, feeling the play of muscles under his skin. Overstimulation set in quickly. Her body was still buzzing from the oral pleasure, every thrust amplifying the sensations until she felt like she might shatter. He lifted his head, locking eyes with her again. His thrusts grew steadier, and deeper. "I saw it last night," he confessed, voice rough with emotion. "The way you pulled back a little. The doubt in your eyes. You're not fully mine yet, are you? But I understand. After everythi

Her heart skipped a beat. "Thank you, Ivy." She stood, smoothing her skirt, and the three women left the conference room together, heels clicking on the polished floors. Back in her office, Cassienne pushed open the door to find Dreston seated at the small conference table in the corner. He looked effortlessly handsome in a tailored gray suit, his dark curls, neatly combed. On the table were takeout boxes from her favorite seafood restaurant—aromas of garlic, lemon, and fresh ocean wafting through the air. He glanced up with a warm smile. "You're working too hard." Cassienne's assistants discreetly placed her tablet and folders on her desk before excusing themselves, closing the door softly behind them. She walked over, her ponytail bouncing lightly, and leaned down to press her lips to his. The kiss was sweet and lingering, a few seconds of stolen intimacy that made her forget the morning's awkwardness with Tina. When she pulled away, her brown eyes sparkled. "And you're spoili