When Love Finds Its Way Back (Cassienne and Dreston) novel Chapter 250

Chapter Two Hundred Fifty: You’re Protecting Me.

By the time Cassienne returned home, the night had settled fully over the city. The mansion was quiet, its stillness a sharp contrast to the electric energy of the arena she had just left behind. The echoes of the crowd’s cheers still lingered faintly in her mind, but they felt distant now. What remained closer and heavier was the thought of Dreston and everything he was choosing not to say.

She stepped into the living room and paused. Dreston was there, seated but not relaxed. He looked as though he had been anchored to that spot, waiting. His gaze lifted the moment he saw her.

“You’re back,” he said softly.

Cassienne nodded, setting her bag aside. “Yes.”

A brief silence stretched between them before she walked toward him. Dreston stood as she

approached, closing the distance without hesitation. He reached out and took her arms, steadying her gently as he searched her face.

“You should have called,” he said. “I would have come to get you.”

“I’m fine, Dreston. It wasn’t far.”

His eyes continued to scan her features, needing to confirm for himself that she was truly alright. “I watched the match,” he added.

A small smile touched her lips. “Then you saw everything.”

“I did,” he replied, his voice dropping an octave. “You were incredible.” There was no exaggeration in his tone–only the simple, heavy weight of the truth.

Cassienne held his gaze for a moment longer before stepping into his space, resting lightly against him. Dreston’s arms wrapped around her instinctively, holding her with a mix of care and quiet possession. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The silence was not empty; it was full of unasked questions and things left unsaid.

Dreston lowered his head, pressing a gentle kiss against her hair. “You should be resting,” he murmured. “You’ve done enough for today.”

Cassienne closed her eyes, wanting to stay in the comfort of the moment and let it be enough. But it wasn’t. She pulled back slowly–just enough to look him in the eye.

“Do you think I’m weak?” she asked.

The question was sudden, and Dreston’s expression shifted instantly. “What?”

“Do you think I’m too fragile to handle whatever is going on?” she continued, her voice steady.

Dreston’s jaw tightened. “No,” he said firmly. “I don’t.”

“Then why are you hiding things from me?”

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The words landed quietly but carried the weight of a physical blow. Dreston looked at her–really looked at her–and for a long moment, he didn’t answer. The truth was not simple, and he knew that once it was spoken, it could never be contained again.

Internally, he was being pulled in a dozen directions. He wanted to tell her everything: the documents, Tina’s threats, and the ticking clock he was racing against. He wanted to say her name and let the truth fall between them without restraint. But the moment he imagined it, he saw the consequences. He saw the pressure and the fear it would bring her. He thought of her being pregnant, already carrying more

than she should have to.

He exhaled slowly. “It’s not about you being weak, Cassienne.”

“Then what is it about?”

Dreston stepped closer again, his hand lifting to her face as his thumb brushed gently against her cheek. “It’s about timing,” he said quietly. “And handling things the right way.”

“You’re choosing your words very carefully,” she observed.

“Yes,” he admitted.

“Because you don’t trust me with the truth?”

His hand stilled. “No. Because I trust you too much to put this on you right now.”

Cassienne’s breath caught. It was an answer she hadn’t expected, yet it settled nothing. She stepped back slightly, her mind working through the implications. “Then whatever this is… it’s about me.”

Dreston did not respond, and his silence was answer enough. Cassienne let out a soft breath as the pieces began to align: Tina, the message, the tension, and Dreston’s sudden urgency to marry her.

“You’re protecting me,” she said. It wasn’t a question.

Dreston’s eyes softened. “Yes.”

They stood there in silence, the incomplete truth standing between them like a wall. Cassienne shook her head slightly. “You don’t get to decide what I can handle, Dreston.” Her voice wasn’t raised, but its firmness made him feel every word.

“I know,” he said. “And I’m not trying to control you.”

“Then what are you doing?”

“I’m buying time.” The raw honesty in his voice stopped her. He stepped toward her again, slower and more careful this time. “I need a little time to deal with this. Just a little.”

“And after that?” she asked, searching his face.

“I will tell you everything.”

There was a steadiness in his tone that she wanted to believe, but the part of her that had already begun

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