Lahat ng Kabanata ng When Love Finds Its Way Back : Kabanata 201 - Kabanata 210

The silence that followed Dreston’s ultimatum was heavy and thick enough to suffocate someone. They all went silent, still weighing his words. They all looked at one another, as if silently passing responsibility, as if hoping someone else would take the first step into the truth they had all been avoiding. Dreston stood there, unmoving. His posture is straight. His jaw was tight. His patience was gone. “If no one is going to say anything—” “Dreston.” Abigail’s voice cut through the tension, and stopped him. Slowly, his eyes shifted to his mother. She was already looking at him, her gaze filled with worry, but also with something else. She placed her napkin gently on the table and stood up, her movements calm, and measured. The kind of calm that only came when a decision had already been made. “If this is what you need…” she said quietly, “then I will tell you.” Joseph turned his head sharply toward her. “Abigail—” She shook her head lightly, stopping him. “No. He’s right.

The engines hummed softly as the last of the cars rolled out of the compound.Dreston stood just outside the grand foyer, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other raised slightly in a brief, polite wave. His expression was calm, almost indifferent—but his eyes followed the vehicles until they completely disappeared beyond the gates.Joseph’s car went first. Then Sheila’s.Jessica leaned out slightly before her car pulled away, giving him a look—half playful, half knowing kind of look. But he didn’t respond. He simply nodded at her.And just like that, the house grew quiet.“Sir, should I stay with you?” Steve asked from behind him.Dreston shook his head. “No. I’ll be fine.”Steve hesitated.Dreston turned slightly, his tone firm but not harsh. “Mrs. Rawlings is here. I don’t need security inside my own house.”Well, that was true. But not entirely. Steve studied him for a second, then gave a short nod. “Understood, sir.”A few minutes later, the second SUV rolled out of the compoun

Finally, Cassienne smiled. It wasn’t that big smile. But it was real, the type that made her heart soft and relieved. Dreston saw her reaction and for a moment, he didn’t look away. He found himself watching her longer than he should, taking in the way her expression changed, the way her eyes softened when she smiled.Something about it felt… right to him and that was what confused him. Because from what he remembered, things between them had never been like this. Their relationship had been distant, controlled, almost emotionless.But now, he was seeing her differently. He frowned slightly to himself.“Has she always been like this… and I was just too blind to notice?” The thought lingered in his mind longer than he expected.Cassienne didn’t notice what was going on in his head. She was simply glad he had made that decision about Tina. It gave her a kind of quiet relief she hadn’t felt in days.Dreston finished the soup slowly. And when he was done, he picked up a napkin and wiped h

Cassienne kissed him deeply, without holding anything back. At that moment, she didn’t care whether he remembered everything or not. All she wanted was him. The man she loved. The man she had almost lost. Dreston also didn't back down. His arms tightened around her, pulling her closer as if there was still space left between them. But there wasn’t. Cassienne shifted slightly and settled more comfortably against him, her body pressed to his as the kiss deepened. There was a familiarity in the way he held her, in the way his hands moved carefully but confidently, like he had done this many times before. Even if he couldn’t remember it. Dreston kissed her with urgency, like he didn’t want to stop, like he needed this more than he understood. Cassienne’s fingers moved gently into his hair, careful not to apply too much pressure because she still remembered his condition. She was mindful. Even at this moment. But the closeness between them was overwhelming. The warmth. The connection.

Cassienne felt something press lightly against her thigh. It was familiar in a way. Even in her half-asleep state, she understood what it meant. For a brief moment, she stayed still, her body reacting instinctively before her mind could catch up. There was a part of her that almost leaned into it, almost welcomed it. But when reality settled in. Her eyes opened slowly. She found herself lying very close to Dreston. Her cheek rested against his chest, her upper body pressed against him, and one of her legs was draped over his. Cassienne exhaled softly. This had happened many times before. She had always been a restless sleeper, often moving without realizing it. But this time, it felt different. Dreston’s arm was wrapped tightly around her, holding her in place. His grip was firm, almost possessive, as though he had no intention of letting her go. She lifted her head slightly and looked at him. His eyes were closed. But something about the way he held her made her doubt he was tru