Lahat ng Kabanata ng When Love Finds Its Way Back : Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

At exactly seven in the evening, Dreston’s sprawling mansion hummed with quiet, purposeful energy. Staff moved discreetly through the marble hallways—adjusting lighting, checking the security perimeter, preparing the black fleet of cars waiting in the circular driveway. Upstairs, in the master suite, the atmosphere was softer, and more intimate. Cassienne stood barefoot in front of the full-length mirror framed in antique gold. The red gown Dreston had chosen for her clung to her body like liquid fire. The rich crimson silk molded to her waist and hips, accentuating every curve before cascading in elegant, fluid lines to the floor. A high slit ran up one side, revealing the graceful length of her leg with every subtle shift of weight. The sweetheart neckline dipped just enough to frame her collarbones and the delicate hollow at the base of her throat. The diamond necklace he had fastened around her neck earlier caught every flicker of light—each stone throwing tiny rainbows acro

The gala had begun to wind down, the grand ballroom still glowing under the soft amber lights. Cassienne moved through the crowd with quiet confidence, the red gown flowing around her like liquid flame. Dreston stayed a few steps back, giving her space. He watched her from the edge of the circle, glass of untouched whiskey in his hand. She was laughing at something an older investor had said. It was a light, genuine sound that made her eyes crinkle. Her head tilted slightly, the diamond necklace catching the light as she nodded. Another executive joined them, and she listened, responding with that calm intelligence he had fallen in love with all over again. She didn’t need him to speak for her. She didn’t need him to rescue her. She stood there, radiant and capable, and something deep in Dreston’s chest tightened with regret. If he had loved her properly from the beginning… The thought hit him hard while she laughed again, touching the man’s arm lightly in polite farewell. If

The following day, at the Richardson’s family estate in the city. A customized van waited to convey Garry and his friends to his family's Vineyard. The van was not an ordinary luxury van. It was built like a moving lounge with dark tinted windows, matte black exterior. It is discreet but expensive. Inside, it was designed like a private jet cabin on wheels — soft cream leather seats arranged in pairs facing each other, separated by polished wood partitions. Each pair had its own privacy panel that could slide up if needed. Ambient lighting glowed softly along the ceiling. A built-in bar rested at the center with crystal glasses secured in place. Garry stood beside the van, hands in his pockets, looking satisfied. “Gentlemen,” he said as Dreston and Ray approached. “And ladies.” Aurora, Daisy, and Cassienne walked behind them, dressed in relaxed but elegant travel outfits. Cassienne wore high-waisted beige trousers with a fitted white blouse and a light blazer. Her hair wa

Cassienne showered quickly, letting the hot water wash away the last traces of city tension. She changed into a light summer dress. A cream cotton with thin straps, soft and flowing, skimming her body without clinging. She tied her hair loosely back with a silk ribbon, letting a few strands fall free around her face. Dreston changed into fitted dark jeans and a white linen shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows. The casual look made him seem younger, more relaxed, and less CEO, more man. When they stepped out into the hallway together, the manor felt different. The air smelled of sun-warmed stone and distant roses. Outside, Matteo had arranged the official harvest demonstration. Ten estate workers stood in neat rows among the vines, each holding small curved shears and shallow wicker baskets. The sun was still high enough to warm their shoulders. “This is an early selective harvest,” Matteo explained. “We don’t strip the vines. We pick only the ripest clusters—those with perfect col

Their lovemaking was unhurried. It was tender, full of whispered promises and soft moans. When they finally came together. She trembled in his arms, he groaned her name. And they stayed joined, foreheads touching, hearts racing in sync. “Promise me this isn’t a dream,” Cassienne whispered into the quiet darkness of their bedroom. Her voice trembled with a fragile kind of hope, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the beautiful reality they had built. “Promise me you’ll never change… that the man holding me right now is the one I’ll wake up to every morning for the rest of my life.” Dreston’s hands rose slowly, framing her beautiful face with infinite care. His thumbs brushed away the single tear that had slipped from the corner of her eye. He looked at her for a long moment—really looked—taking in the trust shining in her blue eyes, the soft vulnerability she had finally allowed herself to show him again. He pulled her gently closer and pressed a slow, reverent kiss to the