บททั้งหมดของ When Love Finds Its Way Back : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Cassienne stood quietly in front of the vanity mirror, it was very early in the morning. Slowly, she lifted the hem of her top and stared at her ribs. The once-deep purple bruises that had marred her skin were finally fading, the deep colors softening into lighter shades of yellow and pale blue—Healing, but not gone. She exhaled softly. Despite everything, she was already dressed for the office. Dreston had told her not to come to the office this morning. He was so serious about it, insisting she needed more rest, and more time to heal. But time was a luxury Cassienne didn’t have, at least, not now. Not with the tech expo looming so close. Today, she was meant to lead the team—her team—in defending the products that would be showcased at the upcoming expo. Cassienne believed deeply in professionalism and perfection. If Auralink Systems was going to stand out this year, it would be because of preparation, coordination, and performance. Time was already working against them. If the

The tension in the conference room was tight enough to suffocate everyone in the room. The tantrum stayed between Dreston, Tina and Cassienne. No one was speaking now. The matter had taken a new turn and Dreston wanted answers. Then, suddenly, the door opened. Steve, Dreston’s assistant, stepped inside quietly, his polished shoes didn't even make a sound. He offered a brief nod as he entered, his calm presence cutting through the charged atmosphere. Somehow, his arrival eased the pressure in the room. “I need to speak to you, sir,” Steve said, his voice respectful, but urgent. Dreston turned to him. “Go on.” “Alone, sir.” Dreston narrowed his eyes, immediately sensing the urgency beneath Steve’s composed tone. He shifted his gaze to the two women. Cassienne seated, composed as ever, and Tina still standing, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as if holding her dignity together by sheer force. Dreston rose from his chair. Whatever Steve had to say must be important enough to

At NEROX Technology, the atmosphere inside the executive conference room was high with anticipation. Jeff Sandler sat at the head of the long, polished table, his posture relaxed but commanding. Around him, several top executives occupied their seats, laptops were open before them, notepads ready, their attention focused on the man standing at the front of the room. The speaker moved confidently, clicking through slides projected onto the large screen behind him. Each slide detailed projections, strategies, and possible outcomes for the upcoming tech expo—an event that could redefine the company’s future. Everyone in the room understood what was at stake. This year wasn’t just another year. It was a potential breakthrough. NEROX Technology had come close before. Close enough to taste success, but never quite enough to dominate. This time, they didn’t want to leave anything to chance. Though it appeared as though Jeff was listening intently, his sharp gaze fixed on the screen, b

Right in front of her stood her ex-husband, Dreston Tremont. Just for a brief moment, Cassienne forgot how to breathe. He looked nothing like the rigid, always-polished CEO she had grown used to seeing in boardrooms and tailored suits. Instead, he looked like a sports celebrity who had just stepped out of a high-end fitness commercial. He was dressed almost the same way Corren was—sporty, casual, relaxed—but in crisp white athletic wear instead. Different designer, and different aura. What unsettled her most, however, was his hair. His black curls had escaped whatever discipline he had tried to impose on them, falling freely over his forehead. The soft disorder of it framed his face in a way that made him look dangerously tempting. He looked younger and less guarded. Cassienne’s mind went blank. “Good morning, Cass,” Dreston said softly, his voice calm, almost gentle. “Can I come in?” She stared at him, her thoughts tumbling over one another. Why was he here? And dres

The tension in the dining room thickened until it became almost suffocating. Cassienne shifted slightly in her seat, her fingers curling gently around her napkin as she tried to steady herself. She still hadn’t answered Joseph’s question directly, and she knew he wouldn’t let it go easily. She remembered the last time they had spoken about this, how she had chosen her words carefully, not because she agreed with him, but because she didn’t want to be the reason Joseph and Abigail fought again.Yet here they were. History repeating itself again.If not for Aunt Sheila, Cassienne would have avoided Joseph entirely. She had hoped—foolishly, it seemed that tonight would be different. That this dinner would be a warm and simple dinner, free of confrontation. But luck, as always, wasn’t on her side.“I still don’t understand what’s so special about her anyway,” Nora suddenly said, her tone mean and dismissive. “If it were up to me, I’d recommend Tina for Dreston. She suits him better. Just