When Love Finds Its Way Back (Cassienne and Dreston) novel Chapter 203

Chapter Two Hundred And Three Untily Get Back My Memories.

Chapter Two Hundred And Three: Until I Get Back My Memories.

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The space between them felt different. It was filled with something neither of them knew how to address. Cassienne stood still for a moment after turning to him, her heart unsettled by the way he had

looked at her. There was no coldness in his eyes this time, but there was no warmth either. It was something in between, something curious.

Dreston didn’t say anything. He simply looked at her, as if he was trying to understand something about

her that didn’t make sense to him.

Mrs. Rawlings sensed the shift immediately. “I’ll leave you two,” she said gently, stepping aside.

Cassienne nodded. “Thank you.”

When the older woman walked away, the quiet returned.

Dreston turned slightly toward the house. “Come in.”

His tone was calm and neutral, but Cassienne followed him without hesitation.

They walked inside together, side by side but not touching. The silence between them stretched, not awkward but heavy with everything they weren’t saying.

“How are you feeling?” Cassienne asked softly.

“Better,” he replied.

She nodded. “That’s good.”

They passed the living room, but Dreston didn’t stop. He continued walking, heading straight for the kitchen. Cassienne noticed immediately and followed him in.

The moment they stepped into the kitchen, something shifted again. The space felt familiar in a way that neither of them could ignore.

Cassienne rested her fingers lightly on the counter and turned toward him. “Have you eaten?” she asked.

Dreston leaned against the counter, his arms loosely folded as he watched her.

“I have,” he said. There was a pause. “But I want you to make me something.”

Cassienne frowned slightly. “You’ve already eaten.”

“I know,” he replied calmly. “I still want it.”

She studied him for a moment, then gave in. “Fine.”

She turned to the cabinet and opened it without thinking, reaching for a pot. Dreston’s eyes followed her movements carefully. The way she moved in the kitchen was natural, almost instinctive, like she had done it many times before. Of course she had. After all, this was her kitchen before they got divorced.

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She didn’t hesitate or look around to find anything. She already knew where everything was.

Dreston watched her in silence. Something about it felt right to him, even though he couldn’t explain why.

As Cassienne moved around, preparing the ingredients, a memory came to him without warning. He saw her standing in the same kitchen, her back lightly pressed against the marble island, her breath uneven as she tried to steady herself. He could almost hear her voice again, soft and breathless, telling him to stop distracting her.

He blinked and the image disappeared.

“Dreston?”

Cassienne’s voice brought him back.

She had paused what she was doing and was looking at him with concern. “Are you okay?” she asked.

He looked at her for a moment before answering. “I’ve been having flashes.”

Cassienne felt her chest tighten, but she kept her expression calm. “Of what?”

He glanced at the kitchen island briefly before looking back at her. “Of us.”

The air between them grew still.

“I have been having flashes of us having sex on this kitchen island,” he said, his voice steady but filled with confusion. “Did that really happen often between us?”

Cassienne inhaled quietly, then turned back to the pot and continued stirring.

“If you want me to help you recover, Dreston,” she said calmly, “then stop talking about sex. There are more important ways I can help you.”

He didn’t respond. He just watched her. Her composure didn’t match what he had seen in his mind, and

that only made things more confusing for him.

He decided not to push further.

Cassienne finished cooking and poured the soup into a bowl before placing it in front of him. “Sit,” she said softly.

Dreston sat down without arguing.

He picked up the spoon and tasted the soup. It was simple, warm, and comforting. He didn’t comment, but he continued eating.

Cassienne stood across from him, watching quietly.

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