All Chapters of When Love Finds Its Way Back : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

When he pulled away from the kiss. Dreston looked at Cassienne for a long moment, his grey eyes dark with something deep and hungry. The flashes in his mind had become too strong to ignore. He wanted to feel what he had seen. He wanted to remember with his body what his mind had forgotten. He gently untied the belt of her floral wrap skirt. The fabric slipped down her legs and pooled on the kitchen floor. Next, he caught the hem of her tank top and slowly pulled it upward. Cassienne lifted her arms without hesitation, letting the soft cotton slide off her body. Now she stood before him in only her white lace bra and matching panties. Dreston took a small step back, his eyes moving slowly over her. To him, this felt like the first time. He could not remember touching her before, but his body reacted as if it did. “You said I was your first?” he asked, voice low. “Yes,” she replied without hesitation. He nodded slowly. “Good.” Then he added softly, “You’re beautiful, Cass. You’re

Cassienne was making breakfast by herself in the kitchen. Dreston sat on a stool at the island and watched her. His grey eyes were intense. He followed every small movement she made as if he wanted to memorize her completely. Just as he kept looking at her, they heard the sound of car tires crunching on the gravel outside. “It seems like we have visitors,” Cassienne said. Dreston got up from the stool where he sat and waited. Who could be coming without informing him? He at least remembered that he disliked the habit of receiving visitors without knowing. But he kept quiet. The front door opened, and Mrs. Rawlings walked inside. Her facial expression was not good, and Cassienne saw it right away. Dreston spoke immediately. His voice was deep and not friendly. “Who is there?” Mrs. Rawlings opened her mouth to speak. But before she could say anything, a very soft voice filled the room, and Cassienne froze. “Dre honey, it’s me.” Tina walked right inside the house without permissio

The atmosphere in Cassienne’s office shifted the moment Tina stepped inside without knocking. It was a deliberate move, and Cassienne knew it. “I am sorry,” Tina said quickly when she saw Dreston standing close to Cassienne. “Maybe I should come back.” She turned to leave, but Cassienne’s voice stopped her cold. “I think you should learn to knock, Tina.” Tina froze at the entrance. She remained still for a second before she slowly turned around. Cassienne stepped away from her desk, leaving Dreston’s side. Her heels clicked softly against the floor as she walked toward the door, closing the distance between them with quiet confidence. When she stopped, she stood just a few feet away from Tina, her posture straight, her presence controlled. “I told you before,” Cassienne continued, her tone measured, “don’t come into my office without my permission. You don’t walk in here without knocking and expect me to believe it was an accident.” Tina’s mouth hung open, but she could not fin

The morning at Auralink moved at a steady pace. Cassienne sat in her office reviewing reports while Dreston worked in his office. The entire executive floor felt different with both of them present. Staff members walked with more purpose. Conversations in the hallways carried a quiet energy. Everyone knew Cassienne had been the driving force behind many recent successes, and her presence gave the company a sense of stability. Dreston spent the first few hours catching up on emails and reports. He still did not remember everything, but he trusted his instincts. He also trusted Cassienne. Every time he thought about her, he felt a quiet pull. She was not just his wife. She was the CTO who had helped build this company into what it was today. People respected her deeply, and that respect made him proud in a way he could not fully explain. Meanwhile, Tina had been busy. She had quietly reached out to several senior executives and board members, suggesting an impromptu meeting in one o

The following days. The Auralink boardroom was unusually tense that morning. It was not an official meeting. No formal notice had been sent out, and yet, a number of executives had gathered quietly, seated around the long polished table. Some of them avoided eye contact. Others leaned forward, their expressions serious, as if they had come prepared for something important. One of the senior executives cleared his throat. “We cannot continue like this,” he began, as he spoke in a low voice. “The company is being led based on emotions, not logic. And we all know what is causing it.” A few heads nodded, while others remained silent. “You are referring to Cassienne,” another executive said. “Yes,” the first man replied. “Ever since she returned, things have changed. The CEO is no longer making decisions the way he used to. Everything is influenced by her presence.” “That is not entirely true,” a woman seated near the end of the table said calmly. “If anything, the company has improv