Love’s Cunning Ruse

Chapter 2

Five years later.

At CozyBean Café.

A masculine voice broke the morning silence, “Joyce! Come here! Deliver this order to Noblewood

Retreat.”

“Mr. Sabri, my name is Julie Abraham,” Julie, dressed in her delivery uniform, a half–ponytail, replied with a warm smile on her face, looking at the middle–aged man in front of her.

The manager Sabri glanced at her dismissively, shoved a few cups of freshly–ground coffee into her hands, and said, “I don’t give a hoot about your name, just get these to this address. Here are the motorbike keys, drive carefully. If you crash, no big deal, but don’t wreck the bike.”

Julie took the coffee and the motorbike keys, then turned and left the café.

She’d been working at this café for almost five years. For the same time since she’d changed her name, yet the manager still couldn’t remember her new name correctly.

Julie shook her head with a smile, skillfully placed the coffee into the delivery box on the motorcycle, took a deep breath, and started the motorbike.

Noblewood Retreat!

no stranger to this place. Five years ago, she and Kieran had lived in a villa in Noblewood

to the Noblewood Retreat, dressed

motorbike.

down at the address, and surprisingly found that her bike was parked right in

delivery address in her hand was for this very

stark contrast to the noble, beautiful pure white European–style

she knew before that she would be delivering

at the end of this month, about a week

paid off? Were she and Kieran finally going to form a

clutching the delivery bag, slightly whitened from the force. She felt a chill

turned around, and chucked all the coffees into the trash bin. She really wasn’t in the mood to do

walked towards her motorbike,

scream came

the motorbike on top of her. The pain felt like her bones

react, she

was a heavy object falling to the ground.