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!

place. Five years ago, she and Kieran had lived in a

dressed in a delivery

motorbike.

suddenly forgot which villa it was. She stopped the motorbike, looked down at the address, and surprisingly found that her bike was parked right

hand was for

damp with sweat, stood in stark contrast to the noble, beautiful pure white

there. If she knew before that she would be delivering to this place, she probably

the news, Bertha and Kieran’s wedding was at the end of this month, about

paid off? Were she and Kieran finally

bag, slightly whitened from the force. She felt

chucked all the coffees into the trash bin. She really wasn’t in the mood

her motorbike, just stepping on

a scream came

slipped, falling over with the motorbike on top of her. The pain felt like her bones were

she

heavy object falling to the