Todos los capítulos de When Love Finds Its Way Back : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

When Cassienne couldn't give a reply to Daisy. Things got more interesting because Daisy wouldn't let go too. And just like Cassienne already knows. Daisy opened her mouth to say another word, but she was cut off with Cassienne's words. “Yes, Corren kissed me. Are you happy now?” She snapped. A sudden silence fell into the large office. Daisy's smiling died down immediately. And it was replaced with something else. Shock, maybe. “Stop looking at me like that.” Cassienne stood up and walked away from her desk. Daisy turned towards her direction while still sitting there on the chair. “You actually kissed Corren?” Daisy asked. But she didn't wait for Cassienne to reply. “That was the second time Corren kissed you, Cassienne. That man surely has interest in you.” Cassienne scoffed. “I am sure that is what he does with other women too.” Daisy couldn't believe that Cassienne was already sounding jealous. She stood up and stepped closer to Cassienne. She took one of her hands in

The other two teams who were still seated at the table began to feel uneasy. The air around them had grown heavy, filled with words that should never have been spoken so openly. They exchanged quick, uncomfortable glances, silently agreeing that this was not a situation they wanted to be part of. With polite smiles, they stood up one after the other, muttered brief excuses, and walked away toward the dance floor. Soon, their laughter blended with the music, leaving the table behind. Once they were gone, the space around the table felt too quiet. Merrick turned sharply toward Daisy, his expression tight with frustration. “Daisy, stop talking nonsense,” he said firmly. “You’re drunk.” Daisy shook her head stubbornly, her short hair swaying as she moved. Her eyes were bright, and there was a boldness in her posture that came from too much alcohol and too much honesty. “No, Merrick,” she replied confidently. “I am tipsy, yes. But drunk? No. I know what I’m saying.” She lifted her c

Cassienne's voice broke the quiet night. It was soft but full of hurt. “Why?” she asked. Her eyes searched his face in the dim light of the bedroom. She lay there on the bed, her body half-covered by the thick sheet. Dreston turned fast. His heart raced as he strode toward her. But he stopped halfway across the room. His feet felt heavy, like they were stuck to the floor. He couldn't go closer. Not yet. Their eyes locked tight. Hers were wide open now, clear and full of pain. No sleep in them anymore. She looked right into his soul. “Why do you hate me so much?” she whispered. Her words hit him like a punch. Tears welled up in her eyes, making them shine. She sat up a little, the sheet slipping down her stomach. Her chest rose and fell quickly. Hurt poured out of her. Dreston stood frozen. His mouth opened, but no words came. His mind spun. Was this real? Or was she still caught in some dream? Or was he the one dreaming? He couldn't tell right now because, everything doesn't look

The drive to the airport was quiet and heavy with unspoken thoughts. Cassienne sat in the back seat beside Dreston, her body stiff, her hands folded tightly on her lap. Neither of them spoke. They both stared out of the window, watching the calm lagoon stretch endlessly beneath the early morning sun. The sunlight danced gently on the water as their car passed under the wide overhead bridge of Gulfport. They both wore dark sunglasses, hiding their eyes and whatever emotions threatened to escape. Gulfport was the fastest route to Nile Airport. It was a private airport, though Cassienne did not know that yet. To her, it just felt like a strange, unfamiliar road—too quiet, too empty and too controlled. Earlier that morning, Dreston had made quick arrangements. He had chartered a private jet to Lisbourn without hesitation. It was the fastest and most efficient option, and speed was all that mattered now. What Cassienne did not know was that, in Dreston’s mind, she was still his respon

Cassienne’s blue eyes stayed locked on Dreston’s grey ones, and the intensity between them was hard to ignore. What made him ask such a question? She had done nothing to give him the right to think that way. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” Dreston added quietly. But deep inside, he wanted her to respond. He needed her to. Cassienne looked away instead and returned to her phone, continuing her text as if the question had never been asked. She did not owe him any explanation. Why should she? It was the same as her asking him about Tina. She knew very well that he would never answer such a question. So she chose silence. “When we were together,” Dreston spoke again, his voice low, “you always respected me. You paid attention to me. What changed?” Cassienne paused. For a moment, she wondered why he was suddenly opening wounds that were already healing. But then she thought—why not? If he wanted to talk about the past, she could allow it. There was nothing left to p