Lahat ng Kabanata ng When Love Finds Its Way Back : Kabanata 191 - Kabanata 200

Cassienne walked steadily down the hallway of the hospital, her heels clicking softly with each step. In her hands was a small paper bag from a nearby grocery store. Inside were fresh fruits she had picked up on her way—grapes, apples, and sliced oranges. It wasn’t much, but bringing something for him felt natural. Almost instinctive. As she approached the familiar VIP ward, her heartbeat began to quicken slightly. This was the first time she had come to see him alone since the accident. She slowed down when she reached the door to his room. Voices came from inside. Male voices. For a moment, she hesitated. Then she recognized one of them. Peter Steel. The company’s Development Manager. Without wasting time, Cassienne pushed the door open and stepped inside. The conversation in the room stopped immediately. Four heads turned toward her. Peter Steel stood near the foot of the bed alongside two other Auralink executives who had come to check on their recovering CEO. For a brief

The moment Dreston pulled her closer, Cassienne’s breath caught in her throat. His movement had been sudden. Even reckless, considering the monitors attached to his body and the thin wires running across his chest. His lips met hers, desperately. Cassienne gasped into the kiss, her hands instinctively pressing against his shoulders. For a brief second, her mind screamed at her to push him away. The doctor had warned them about stress. About his recovery. About how fragile his condition still was. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Not when he was holding her like that. Not when she could feel the warmth of him through the thin hospital gown. Her body stiffened at first, caught between fear and longing. She was terrified that the machines would start beeping wildly, that the nurses would rush in, that his condition would worsen. But nothing happened. The monitors continued their steady rhythm. And the room remained quiet. Dreston didn’t deepen the kiss aggressively. Instead

Dreston stood inside his walk-in closet for a moment longer after asking the question. “Whose clothes are these?” The neatly arranged dresses, heels, handbags, and perfume bottles looked as though someone had been living there comfortably. Not temporarily. Not as a guest. But as someone who belonged there. His eyes moved slowly across the shelves. The scent of a soft floral perfume lingered faintly in the air. He knew that scent. Or at least… part of him did, but the memory refused to come fully. Dreston exhaled quietly. Cassienne. The name crossed his mind almost immediately. But he didn’t say it aloud. Instead, he closed the closet door halfway and stepped back into the bedroom. Something about the room felt… incomplete. He stood still for a moment, his grey eyes scanning the familiar space carefully. The large bed, the sitting area by the window, and the bookshelf near the wall. Everything looked exactly as it should. Yet he couldn’t shake the strange feeling that somethin

He spoke as if everything was perfectly logical. As if he had already reached the conclusion himself. Which, in truth, he had. Mrs. Rawlings’ earlier question. The clothing in his closet. The photographs on the wall. He didn’t need confirmation anymore. Cassienne had been living here with him. And strangely, that realization didn’t make him uncomfortable, but did the opposite. It only made him curious, because deep down, something inside him wanted her closer. He didn’t understand why. And that unsettled him. The Dreston he remembered, the man before the accident, should have felt nothing but indifference toward his ex-wife. Yet every time her name surfaced, something shifted inside his chest. Something quiet but persistent. He wanted to understand that feeling. He wanted to understand her. Abigail answered carefully. “She should be at her place,” she said with a gentle smile. “She normally stays there whenever she’s busy with work.” Dreston nodded slowly. “Hm.” He took anot

The morning sun filtered gently through the tall glass windows of Dreston Tremont mansion. The atmosphere, this morning, felt… alive as the family’s voices overlapped. Laughter filled the dining room. It was a rare sight. Dreston sat at the head of the table, dressed in a simple dark shirt, his sleeves rolled slightly above his wrists. The faint bruises on his face had almost faded, leaving behind the familiar sharpness of his features. He looked like himself again, but only on the outside. But inside, everything was still… scattered. Across the table, Jessica leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she spoke. “I swear, you were the most troublesome child in this house,” she said, pointing her fork at him. “A walking disaster.” Dreston raised a brow, amused. “That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?” “Oh, dramatic?” Sheila cut in, laughing softly. “Do you remember the day you said you wanted to ‘test something’ in the backyard?” Joseph let out a low chuckle, shaking