The Love From Vengeance

312: CAN’T CHANGE MY MIND

ARIEL’S POV

I cleared my throat, feeling a bit nervous under Andre’s scrutinizing gaze. “Um, yeah, so… I want to come back and work with the company again,” I finally blurted out, hoping I didn’t sound too awkward.

Andre raised an eyebrow, still not saying a word, and I shifted uncomfortably under his intense stare. “I’m serious, Andre,” I stammered, feeling the need to defend my

decision.

He finally broke his silence with a small chuckle. “Of course, I know you’re serious, Ariel,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “I was just… processing.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his response. “Processing? You looked like you were

about to grill me for a second there,” I teased, feeling a wave of relief wash over me.

He shrugged nonchalantly. “I don’t know; maybe I thought you found some other

company better than mine,” he joked, and there was a playful glint right in his eyes.

I shook my head, still chuckling. “No way, Andre. You know that I’ll always work with Vitality Group. You helped me out years ago, and I’ll never forget that.”

Andre’s smile widened at my words. “I’m glad to hear that, Ariel,” he replied sincerely,

his eyes reflecting genuine gratitude.

“So, am I hired?” I asked, slowly widening my mouth.

He chuckled, tapping

s desk lightly. “Welcome back to the team.”

“Thanks, Andre,” I told him with a smile. It’s good to be back.”

“So, Ariel, I need to ask you something.”

I gave

face.

I just have

here.”

so what is

CLANG MY

sighed before he finally decided to speak up. Do you

I understand this whole conversation from

chuckled. “I’m sure you do. So, Ariel, aren’t you going to give me

it’s not going to

just want to see if I can still

you can’t. I think

You can’t decide to kill

must pay for what he did to

to seek

son back.”

about it, André. This

“I know you won’t

you for understanding, André. But Mason needs

stress it further. Let’s focus on

LUKE’S POV

birds provided a soothing backdrop, a symphony of nature

of all ages danced and played, their laughter echoing like music. Each one seemed to possess irrepressible

a group of toddlers chased after a colorful ball, their

CHANGE MY

heartwarming and nostalgic innocence. I couldn’t help

happiness.

older sister pushed her brother higher and higher, his squeals of excitement reaching

these little children, a smile popped on my face, transporting me back to my childhood days spent in this park. I remembered the thrill of racing down the winding paths

the moments of joy and laughter that had shaped me into the person I am today. Yes, my grandfather used to take me here, as

the sweet

of laughter drew my attention to a group of older children engaged in a game of tag. They darted and dodged with practiced agility, their movements fluid. and effortless.