When Love Finds Its Way Back (Cassienne and Dreston) novel Chapter 278

Chapter Two Hundred And Seventy–Eight: A Battle Ground.

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The music shifted slightly as the doors opened again. It was not an announcement. But it drew another attention.

At the entrance was another giant in the industry. Someone who commands attention and power. Someone whose name had made a lot of impression.

Corren Thornwyck.

He walked inside the room like he owned it. His movements are deliberate. He already knew where he was going.

His presence was quieter than Cassienne’s, but it carried its own weight. A few people recognized him immediately.

“He’s here.”

“Corren Thornwyck.”

“Wasn’t he the one-”

“Yes. The same.”

The whispers did not need to finish. The story had already been written in people’s minds.

Corren walked through the hall with steady steps, acknowledging no one unless necessary. He passed groups of investors, industry leaders, and media figures without slowing down.

He was not here for them.

At the center of the room, Cassienne Rhodes was speaking with a small group of executives. Her tone remained calm, her responses measured, her posture composed.

She felt it before she saw him. That subtle shift. That powerful presence.

She turned. And there he was.

Corren stopped a few steps away from her, his expression softening slightly. “Cass,” he said.

That was all. Cassienne smiled. Not widely. Not dramatically. But genuinely. “Corren,” she replied.

The difference in her tone was subtle, but noticeable.

To those watching, it meant something.

Corren stepped closer, closing the distance between them without hesitation. His hand rested lightly at her waist, a natural gesture, not forced, and not performed.

It looked easy, and simple.

Cassienne did not move away. And that was enough to cause commotion.

Chapter Two Hundred And Seventy–Light A Bottle Ground

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Across the room, conversations shifted again.

“I knew it.”

“They’re close.”

“That’s not just friendship.”

“Or maybe it is.”

“No. Look at them.”

Some spoke with certainty. Others with doubt. But none of them looked away. Because whatever they thought was interesting.

Near the bar, one of the E–sport executives leaned closer to his companion. “If that’s real, then everything makes sense.”

“Or nothing does,” the other replied.

The men watched because this was better than speculation. This was visible.

Across the hall, Dreston Tremont stood still. His gaze had already found them. He didn’t move. And he didn’t react. But he watched carefully. His eyes dropped briefly to Corren’s hand at Cassienne’s waist. And something tightened in his chest.

It was not anger, not exactly, but something deeper. Something harder to control. He looked away for a moment. Then back again, because he could not stop himself.

Beside him, Tina Ackley followed his gaze. She saw everything. And this time, she smiled. Not because she was pleased. But because she understood. “So that’s it,” she said quietly.

Dreston did not answer.

Tina tilted her head slightly, observing the interaction between Cassienne and Corren. “They look

comfortable,” she added.

Still, no response from Dreston.

Tina’s smile deepened just a little. “That must be difficult to watch.”

Dreston turned his head slowly. And for a brief moment, his expression changed. “Be careful, Tina,” he said quietly.

There was no anger in his voice. No raised tone. But there was something else. A warning.

Tina held his gaze for a second longer. Then she looked away because she understood that too.

At the center of the room, Cassienne and Corren had moved slightly away from the crowd. Not isolated, but more private. “You shouldn’t be here,” Cassienne said softly.

Corren smiled faintly. “I’m fine.”

Chopter Two Hundred And Seventy–Eight & Battle Ground

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Across the room, conversations shifted again.

“I knew it.”

“They’re close.”

“That’s not just friendship.”

“Or maybe it is.”

“No. Look at them.”

Some spoke with certainty. Others with doubt. But none of them looked away. Because whatever they thought was interesting.

Near the bar, one of the E–sport executives leaned closer to his companion. “If that’s real, then everything makes sense.”

“Or nothing does,” the other replied.

The men watched because this was better than speculation. This was visible.

Across the hall, Dreston Tremont stood still. His gaze had already found them. He didn’t move. And he didn’t react. But he watched carefully. His eyes dropped briefly to Corren’s hand at Cassienne’s waist. And something tightened in his chest.

It was not anger, not exactly, but something deeper. Something harder to control. He looked away for a moment. Then back again, because he could not stop himself.

Beside him, Tina Ackley followed his gaze. She saw everything. And this time, she smiled. Not because she was pleased. But because she understood. “So that’s it,” she said quietly.

Dreston did not answer.

Tina tilted her head slightly, observing the interaction between Cassienne and Corren. “They look comfortable,” she added.

Still, no response from Dreston.

Tina’s smile deepened just a little. “That must be difficult to watch.”

Dreston turned his head slowly. And for a brief moment, his expression changed. “Be careful, Tina,” he said quietly.

There was no anger in his voice. No raised tone. But there was something else. A warning.

Tina held his gaze for a second longer. Then she looked away because she understood that too.

At the center of the room, Cassienne and Corren had moved slightly away from the crowd. Not isolated, but more private. “You shouldn’t be here,” Cassienne said softly.

Corren smiled faintly. “I’m fine.”

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