When Love Finds Its Way Back (Cassienne and Dreston) novel Chapter 355

Joseph Tremont rarely felt nervous. Over the years, he had negotiated billion-dollar contracts, faced hostile competitors, survived economic crashes, and carried the weight of thousands of employees on his shoulders.

Pressure had long since become a normal part of his life. Yet as his vehicle rolled smoothly through the grand gates of Emily Rhodes’ residence in Lisbourn, he found himself gripping his walking cane a little tighter than usual. For the first time in many years, he was afraid. Not losing money, or power. But finally facing the consequences of a past he had spent too long trying to bury.

The vehicle came to a gentle stop in the circular driveway. Joseph remained seated for several long seconds, staring at the familiar house through the tinted window. Outside, two security men waited quietly at a respectful distance. Eventually, he opened the door and stepped out into the afternoon air.

The breeze was calm, carrying the faint scent of blooming flowers from the well-tended gardens. The residence looked exactly as he remembered it — beautiful, peaceful, a home built with love. The kind of home Ethan Rhodes would have wanted for his family. The thought alone tightened something deep inside Joseph’s chest.

He slowly walked toward the entrance, his cane tapping softly against the stone path. Before he could reach the door, it opened. One of the household maids greeted him politely. “Mr. Tremont.”

Joseph nodded. “Good afternoon.”

“Miss Emily is expecting you.”

Joseph paused. Expecting him?

The maid simply smiled and stepped aside, guiding him inside. Joseph entered. The familiar warmth of the house greeted him immediately. A strange feeling washed over him. So much time had passed, yet somehow, this place still carried traces of Ethan — his laughter, his presence, his dreams. The thought made Joseph’s chest feel heavier.

The maid guided him into the sitting room. He had barely taken a seat when soft footsteps approached. Then Emily appeared.

Joseph immediately rose to his feet. For a brief moment, neither spoke. Emily smiled first — a gentle, warm, polite smile. Exactly the same smile she was known for. “Joseph.”

Joseph found himself smiling back, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Emily.”

She walked forward. “You should have informed me you were coming.”

Joseph laughed softly. “If I had done that, you might have refused to see me.”

Emily chuckled. “You think too highly of yourself.”

That simple response eased some of the tension between them. At least on the surface. Emily sat down opposite him. A maid appeared with tea. Soon, the two found themselves discussing ordinary things — Cassienne, the pregnancy, Dreston, the family.

The conversation flowed surprisingly well. Emily even laughed a few times. Joseph watched her carefully. There was no hostility or bitterness. No coldness. If anything, she was treating him exactly the same way she always had. And somehow, that made him feel worse. Because Joseph knew what she had lost. And he knew his role in it.

After nearly twenty minutes, Emily finally set down her teacup. Her eyes settled on him with quiet understanding. “You didn’t travel all the way to Lisbourn just to discuss my daughter.”

The words were spoken gently. Yet they carried enough weight to make Joseph adjust his sitting position.

Emily continued. “So tell me. What is really bothering you?”

Joseph looked down briefly at his hands, then sighed. There was no point pretending anymore. “Emily.” His voice became serious. Immediately, her expression changed slightly. Not defensive. Simply attentive.

Joseph continued. “Cassienne was targeted again.”

The smile left Emily’s face. Then silence followed.

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