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Chapter Two Hundred And Twenty. Finding His Way Back.

Finally, everyone had left except Steve and the bodyguards who were positioned outside. The room was quiet in a way that made every sound feel louder than it should. The steady beeping of the machines filled the air, each sound reminding Cassienne that Dreston was still there, still breathing, still fighting in his own way. She stood by the glass partition for a while before she finally stepped inside. The VVIP suite had been carefully arranged. The inner room held Dreston and all the medical equipment monitoring his condition, while the outer space had been turned into a private living area. There was a sitting room, a small dining space, and a work desk that had clearly been prepared for her. Cassienne did not ask for any of it. But she accepted it. And that was because she had already made her decision. She was not leaving. She walked slowly toward the bed and stopped beside him. Dreston lay still, his face calm in a way that felt unfamiliar. The pain that had twisted his e

Chapter Two Hundred And Twenty-one: This Is Not Good.

The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, spreading a quiet warmth across the VVIP hospital suite. The machines continued their steady rhythm, calm and controlled. Cassienne sat beside Dreston’s bed, her fingers gently wrapped around his hand. She leaned closer to him, her voice soft, filled with a tenderness that had become her routine over the past few days. “Hi, love,” she whispered. “Good morning.” She smiled faintly, even though his eyes remained closed. “This morning, I just want you to know that I am still here with you. And you are not alone.” Her thumb moved slowly over his skin as she spoke, as if her touch could reach him where words might fail. “You know that what we have is special,” she continued. “You know that already. And I know that you do not like losing, so I am not worried.” Her voice softened further. “But without you… I am not complete. So please, take your time, rest well… and come back to me when you are ready.” She paused, watching his

Chapter Two Hundred And Twenty-Two: Where Are You?

Cassienne was at a loss for words. For a brief moment, her mind went completely blank, as if everything she had carefully held together over the past few days had suddenly come undone. Her mother was not supposed to know anything about Dreston’s condition. That had been the one line they had all agreed never to cross. It was not safe for her health, and it was not something Cassienne had been prepared to explain. “Cassienne, I asked you a question,” Emily’s voice came again, firm and edged with warning. “And don’t dare lie to me.” Cassienne swallowed hard. Her lips parted, but no words came out. “Mom, please…” she began, but even she could hear how uncertain she sounded. There was a brief silence on the other end of the call, and when Emily spoke again, her tone had changed. It was no longer a question. “Never mind. I am taking the next flight to Southvale.” Cassienne’s heart dropped instantly. “No, mother—” The line went dead. Cassienne lowered the phone slowly, staring at the

Chapter Two Hundred And Twenty-Three: I Remember Everything.

The first thing Dreston felt was the weight of his own breath. It came slowly at first, uneven, as if his body was trying to remember how to function again. His chest rose and fell, and with each breath, something inside him shifted. Then his eyes opened. The light above him was soft, filtered through the ceiling fixtures, but it felt too bright for a moment. He blinked, his gaze unfocused as he tried to take in his surroundings. A hospital. The machines. The silence. And then—It all came back. This time, not in fragments. He wasn't confused either. Everything: The vineyard, the way she laughed, the way she held him, the way she gasped when he touched her. And the nights they spent tangled together, forgetting everything else. Also, the lab. Her voice, steady and firm, telling him not to cross the line. The moment he realized he already had. The arguments. The lies. All about Tina, the truth and the box. Even Cassienne standing in front of him, begging him not to go. He remembered

Chapter Two Hundred And Twenty-four: Temperature Is Normal.

The door opened quietly. And the doctor stepped in with a nurse beside him, both of them speaking in low voices as they entered. They had expected to find the same stillness that had defined the room for days. Instead, they stopped. Cassienne was seated close to the bed, her hand still holding Dreston’s. Her face was wet with tears, but she was smiling through them, her eyes fixed on him as though she was afraid to look away. Dreston was awake. For a brief second, the doctor said nothing. The surprise was clear in his eyes, even though he tried to maintain his professional composure. Cassienne turned toward him, her voice soft but filled with certainty. “Doctor… he is back.” The doctor stepped forward immediately, his attention shifting fully into focus. “Mr. Tremont,” he said, moving closer to the bed. “Can you hear me clearly?” “Yes,” Dreston replied. His voice was steady, though still slightly rough. The doctor nodded once, already assessing him. “Good. I am going to run a

Chapter Two Hundred And Twenty-five: As You Wish.

Joseph and Abigail sat in silence at the VIP waiting lounge, both facing the wide glass panels that overlooked the arrival terminal. The atmosphere around them was calm, filled with quiet movements and distant announcements, but the tension between them was unmistakable. Joseph appeared composed, his posture relaxed, his expression steady. However, Abigail was far from calm. Her fingers were clasped tightly together on her lap, and her gaze drifted repeatedly, as though her thoughts refused to settle in one place. Her mind kept returning to Cassienne. To everything the young woman had endured. And to everything she was still enduring. Abigail shook her head slightly and let out a slow breath, as if she could ease the weight pressing on her chest. Joseph noticed her worries. He turned his head and looked at her carefully before reaching for her hand. His fingers closed gently around hers, giving a reassuring squeeze. “Relax,” he said quietly. “Everything will be fine.” Abigail nodd

Chapter Two Hundred And Twenty-Six: I am Lucky.

Cassienne stood beside the hospital bed, holding a small porcelain bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other. She moved carefully, bringing the spoon to Dreston’s lips with gentle accuracy. He accepted each sip without protest, a soft smile resting on his face as if the simple act meant more to him than the food itself. “Slowly,” she said quietly, watching him with concern. “You still need to take it easy.” “I am,” Dreston replied, his voice warm. “You are the one feeding me like I cannot hold a spoon.” Cassienne smiled faintly. “That is because you cannot. At least, not yet.” The door had opened moments earlier, but neither of them had reacted immediately. They were too absorbed in each other, in the quiet rhythm they had rediscovered. Now, however, they were no longer alone. Joseph, Abigail, and Emily stood just inside the room. All three of them had stopped in place. Their expressions mirrored the same disbelief. This was not what they had expected. They had come prepared to

Chapter Two Hundred And Twenty-Seven: Don't Mess It Up Again.

The late afternoon sun stretched across the wide glass windows of the Tremont mansion, casting a warm glow over the living room. The space finally felt lived in again, no longer hollow but filled with a renewed sense of presence. Dreston sat comfortably on one of the deep leather sofas, a glass of red wine in hand. He had changed; he wasn't just physically recovered, but settled. A calm confidence anchored him, a grounded quality that had been missing in the years prior. Across from him, Garry lounged back casually with one arm draped over the chair, while Ray sat forward with his elbows on his knees. Ray studied Dreston with a familiar intensity, making it clear he was observing him as both a friend and a physician. "I’m still not convinced," Ray said, narrowing his eyes. "You recovered far too quickly, and it doesn't sit well with me." Dreston let out a quiet chuckle before taking a sip of his wine. "I’m fine, Ray. You can see me for yourself. I’m sitting here, breathing, and dri

Chapter Two Hundred And Twenty-Eight: You're Overreacting.

The morning light slipped gently through the curtains, settling softly across the bed where Cassienne lay. The room was wrapped in a delicate stillness, that fragile silence that only exists in the moments before the day truly begins. Cassienne stirred, her lashes fluttering as she slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Dreston. He was already awake, lying beside her with one arm resting loosely across the pillow. His head was tilted slightly as he watched her with a gaze that held no distraction and no urgency to move. He looked as though he had been there for quite some time, simply reassuring himself that she was real. Cassienne blinked against the light and smiled. "You're staring," she said, her voice still thick with sleep. Dreston didn't deny it. "I am," he replied calmly. Her smile deepened as she shifted under the covers, stretching languidly. "How long have you been awake?" "Long enough." Cassienne let out a small breath and pushed herself up against the h

Chapter Two Hundred And Twenty-Nine: They Built Everything On A Lie

The flight from Southvale to Lisbourn was not long, but for Ray Simpson, it carried a weight that had nothing to do with distance. He had not been home in months, not because he was unable to make the trip, but because he had actively chosen to stay away. As the car pulled through the long, gated driveway of the Simpson estate, Ray leaned back in his seat and fixed his eyes on the familiar structure ahead. The mansion stood exactly as he remembered it: grand, composed, and untouched by time. It did not offer a welcome; it simply existed, waiting. When the car finally came to a stop, Ray remained still for a brief moment before stepping out. The evening air in Lisbourn was cooler than in Southvale. it brushed against his face as he straightened his jacket and walked toward the entrance. The doors opened before he could even reach them. "Welcome home, sir," the staff greeted him respectfully. Ray gave a single nod and stepped inside. Everything was exactly in its place, from the pol

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