When Love Finds Its Way Back (Cassienne and Dreston) novel Chapter 317

Chapter Three Hundred And Seventeen: I Want Many Things

The early morning sun came slowly, slipping through the tall windows of Dreston and Cassienne’s bedroom before spreadi across the wide bed. At this hour, the house was too quiet, almost like no one lived there, as if even the walls understood tha people inside needed rest after so many days of tension, travel, fear, and uncertainty.

A few minutes later. Cassienne woke first, eyes opened as she tried to get herself back in order.

Then for a few seconds, she simply lay there beneath the warm sheets, listening to the quiet rhythm of Dreston’s breathing behind her. His arm was heavy around her waist, his palm resting possessively against the lower part of her stomach in that unconscious way he had developed lately.

Even in sleep, he held her like his body refused to forget that she was carrying his child.

That made her smile a little.

Last night really softened something between them again. Though it didn’t fully fix everything, because nothing about their lives could be fixed in one night.

Tina was still unconscious in Lisbourn. Harold Ackley was still hiding something. Helena’s words still sat somewhere in Cassienne’s mind like a seed she did not want to water. But here, inside this room, with Dreston’s warmth behind her and the silence of the morning wrapping around them, Cassienne felt something she had not felt in days.

Peace.

Not completely, but enough to carry them for now.

She slowly turned in his arms, careful not to wake him too abruptly. Dreston shifted almost immediately, his hand tightening around her waist before his eyes opened halfway.

He looked at her for a moment without saying anything, his gaze still heavy with sleep, his hair slightly roughened from the night before. “You’re awake,” he murmured.

Cassienne studied his face with a soft smile. “So are you.”

“That’s because my wife started moving.”

“I barely moved.”

“You moved away from me. That counts.”

Cassienne rolled her eyes, but her smile betrayed her. “You’re becoming too clingy, DT, and that botheek the

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“The problem is that you have work to do which needs your attention right now

“May I remind my wife that I own that company”

“That is not a reason to ignore it”

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He lifted his hand and brushied a loose strand of hair away from her face. “You look beautiful this morning.” Cassienne gave him a suspicious look. “Why do you sound like you want something?”

“I want many things.”

“Dreston.”

“What? You asked.”

Her cheeks warmed despite herself, but she tried to look stern. “It’s too early for you to start.”

“It’s never too early for my wife.”

Cassienne pushed lightly at his chest, though she made no real attempt to move away. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet you still married me.”

“Twice,” she corrected, raising a brow.

His smile softened. “Exactly. That means you knew what you were doing the second time.”

Cassienne looked at him for a moment longer, her playful expression slowly giving way to something else. She placed her pa against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her hand. The simple rhythm calmed her in a way she did not w to explain.

There were too many things outside this room trying to pull them into uncertainty, but this remained real. Dreston remained real. Whatever Helena thought she knew, whatever Harold was hiding, whatever the older generation had buried, Cassienne knew one truth.

Dreston was not her enemy. He never will be even in the future.

Dreston noticed the change in her expressioni immediately. “What are you thinking?”

She shook her head gently. “Nothing bad.”

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