When Love Finds Its Way Back (Cassienne and Dreston) novel Chapter 349

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The atmosphere in Dreston Tremont’s private office was thick with tension. Late afternoon light filtered through the tall, floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the sleek mahogany desk and the scattered documents covering it.

Cassienne Rhodes sat comfortably on the soft leather sofa in the corner, slowly sipping from the fresh fruit juice Dreston had personally prepared for her earlier. The cool, sweet taste of mango and orange helped settle her nerves, but it did little to ease the heavy weight pressing on her chest as she watched her husband work.

Dreston stood behind his desk, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, eyes sharp and focused as he and Steve reviewed the latest leads. Papers, photographs, and encrypted reports lay spread out before them. The quiet hum of the city far below the high-rise windows only emphasized how isolated and serious this moment felt.

“Have you contacted the investigators?” Dreston’s voice broke the silence.

“Not yet, but I’m on it already,” Steve replied efficiently, flipping through another file. “They’re on standby.”

Dreston nodded, his jaw tight. “With what we have, we don’t need to waste too much time. Let the investigators do their job”

Then Dreston's expression became more serious. "And Steve."

"Yes, sir?"

"I want additional private security around Aurora and Daisy, and I want round-the-clock coverage. I don’t want to take any chances with Tina either. Double the team if necessary.”

Steve immediately understood.

The situation was no longer limited to Cassienne.

If the people behind the attacks were becoming desperate, there was no telling who they might target next

Steve nodded once, crisp and professional. “I will get to it right away, sir.”

He gathered all the files into a neat stack, gave a final respectful nod, and left the office. The door closed softly behind him, leaving only the faint click of the latch.

Silence returned to the spacious room, thick and heavy. But Cassienne broke it before it could stretch too long. “DT, you also need to rest.”

Dreston’s face softened instantly. He turned toward his wife, and a slow, genuine smile painted his lips. The exhaustion from the past days was still etched into his features, but something warmer flickered in his eyes whenever he looked at her. He stepped closer and took a seat beside her on the sofa, his large frame making the leather dip slightly under his weight.

“You know you only get to call me with that nickname when we’re at home,” he murmured, his voice dropping into that low, intimate tone that always sent heat rushing through her. “Don’t make me lose control right here inside my office.”

Cassienne laughed. The sound surprised even her, light and genuine after so many days of tension. Yes, she liked seeing him like this — playful, possessive, hungry. It had been too long since they had been truly intimate. Work, stress, and the constant threats had kept them apart more than she wanted to admit.

Dreston watched her flushed face and realized she was intentionally trying to get a reaction from him. His hand brushed gently along her cheek, thumb tracing the curve of her jaw. “Tell me, dove,” he said softly, “do you miss my touch that much?”

Cassienne felt something loosen inside her stomach, warmth spreading through her body like liquid honey. Pregnancy had already made her more sensitive, more needy, but the long hours of work had left her too tired most nights to seek him out the way she truly wanted.