When Love Finds Its Way Back (Cassienne and Dreston) novel Chapter 47

Chapter Forty-Seven: Are You Sleeping With Corren?”

The question hung heavily in the air, as Dreston waited for her reply.

Cassienne heard him clearly. She was not asleep. She had not been asleep since she stepped inside the jet. Her eyes were closed, yes, but her mind was wide awake, it was racing with thoughts she did not want to face.

She chose silence instead. Pretence, her style. Because pretending to sleep felt safer than answering him.

The truth was simple. Cassienne loved Dreston. She had always loved him. Even now, after everything, that truth has not changed. But loving him did not mean she was willing to say it out loud. It did not mean she would open her heart again just to watch it break one more time.

Dreston did not need to ask that question. He already knew the answer.

Yet after the dream he had the night before-after the strange pull he felt toward her again-he needed confirmation. He needed to hear it from her lips. Maybe he wanted reassurance. Or maybe he wanted to test something inside himself.

He still has no answers to that.

From his own point of view, asking her was foolish. It was reckless even. What if she answered him honestly? What if she said yes, she still loved him?

Then what?

Would he marry her again?

Would he kneel and beg for forgiveness for the years of coldness, neglect, and emotional distance?

Would he love her the way she deserved this time?

Or would he hurt her again?

The questions swirled endlessly in his mind.

But Cassienne gave him no answer.

Her breathing remained slow and even. Her eyes stayed shut.

After a while, Dreston sighed quietly and leaned back in his seat. He finally believed she was asleep.

So he gave up.

Soon, the pilot announced their takeoff. Dreston fastened his seatbelt. His men seated at the back did the same. The jet began to move, smooth and steady, before lifting into the air.

A hostess approached politely, asking what he would like to be served.

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Dreston lifted a finger slightly and shook his head. “Later,” he whispered. “Don’t wake her.”

The hostess nodded and walked away.

Cassienne heard everything.

She still did not move.

She stayed still, pretending, even though her heart was beating loudly in her chest.

She did not understand why Dreston had asked her such a question. She had learned long ago not to allow him to confuse her emotions again. During their marriage, there were many times when he acted kind, gentle, even caring-only for her to later realize it was nothing but pity.

False hope.

Empty gestures.

Asking her if she still loved him was cruel, even if he did not mean it that way.

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