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!

was no stranger to this place. Five years ago, she and Kieran had lived

was returning to the Noblewood Retreat, dressed in a delivery

motorbike.

the address, and surprisingly found that her bike

address in her hand was for this

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

If she knew before that she would be delivering

and Kieran’s wedding was at the end of this month, about a week

Bertha’s six–year wait finally paid off? Were she and Kieran finally

fingers, clutching the delivery bag, slightly whitened from the

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

Julie walked towards her motorbike, just stepping on the

came from behind her.

motorbike on top of her. The pain felt like

she

a heavy object falling to