When Love Finds Its Way Back (Cassienne and Dreston) novel Chapter 319

Chapter Three Hundred And Nineteen: The Old Rhode’s Lab

At the mention of Lucien and the Noah family, Cassienne’s expression changed faintly. Daisy would be there.

And Ray too, most likely if someone had already invited him. Cassienne felt that it wouldn’t be a good combination.

The entire web of their lives seemed to be moving toward Lisbourn.

Dreston saw the thought forming in her face. “What is it?”

Cassienne reached for her glass of water. “Nothing. I’m just thinking this event sounds less like a gala and more like every we know being placed inside one room.”

Jessica grinned. “Exactly. That is why it will be glorious.”

Dreston did not look nearly as amused. “It also means heavy media attention and increased security risk.”

Jessica’s excitement dimmed slightly. “You think it’s dangerous?”

“I think anything public is dangerous right now.”

Cassienne turned to him, knowing exactly where his mind had gone. Tina. The hit–and–run. Her own attack. The old lab. Th enemies still hiding in the dark.

“I don’t have to attend,” she said quietly.

Dreston looked at her immediately. “That is not what I said.”

“But that is what you are thinking.‘

“No.” His voice remained calm, but his eyes held hers firmly. “What I am thinking is that if you attend, you attend as my wife Publicly. Safely. With proper protection.”

Jessica’s mouth slowly opened. “Wait. Publicly as in…”

“As in,” Dreston said without looking away from Cassienne, “I am done letting the world pretend my wife is alone.”

Cassienne’s heart moved strangely inside her chest.

There was no arrogance in his words. No performance either. Just a kind of quiet pride that touched her more than she expecte After everything they had endured because of Tina’s blackmail and the public confusion, Dreston was no longer wilhog to hate the truth of them for strategy.

Jessica looked between the two of them and suddenly softened “Good Because honestly, the world needs to see it. Not just because of gossip Because Cassienne deserves to stand beside her husband without all this wensense”

Cassienne gave her a small smile “You sound emotional ”

“I am emotional I am also choosing dresses in my head”

Dreston sighed. “Of course you are ”

Jessica pointed at him “Don’t ruin this for me I have waited years to attend a Nexura event as a featured player. Do you understand what this means? My teain gets visibility, sponsors, media parets, calibition matches. This is any world”

Cassienne reached across the table and squeezed her hand “I’m happy for you”

Jessica’s excitement returned instantly “Thank you Finally, someone in this house appreciates greatness”

Dreston looked at her dryly “You were crying over your ranking last month ”

“That was artistic frustration”

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Cassienne laughed, and the breakfast table warmed with something that felt almost normal again.

They stayed there longer than planned. Jessica talked about the gala, her team, the exhibition showcase, and the possibility of being paired against international players for the opening performance. Cassienne listened with genuine interest, asking questions about her current training schedule and the team strategy. Dreston listened too, though his attention kept drifting between Jessica’s excitement and Cassienne’s quiet reactions.

He could see the hesitation beneath her calm.

She wanted to attend. Not for fame. Not for attention. But because her work mattered. Nerox mattered. The future she was building mattered. Yet danger had forced her to start measuring every public appearance like a risk.

That angered him more than he allowed his face to show.

After breakfast, Jessica left the dining area still speaking rapidly into her phone, already informing someone from her team that the Tremont household was officially entering “gala preparation mode.” Cassienne watched her leave with amusement until the sound of her voice disappeared down the hall.

Only then did the room fall into silence again.

Dreston turned toward Cassienne. “You want to go.”

She looked at him. “I want my work to matter outside hidden labs and private meetings.”

“It already does.”

“I know. But I don’t want fear to become the thing deciding where I stand.”

Dreston studied her for a long moment before nodding. “Then we go.”

Cassienne’s brows lifted slightly. “Just like that?”

“No.” His mouth curved faintly. “With twenty guards, controlled entry, exit routes, medical support nearby, and Steve having a nervous breakdown in the background.”

Cassienne stared at him.

“What?” he asked.

“You are impossible.”

“I am being practical.”

“You are dramatic.”

“I am your husband.”

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