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. “Go

this before, but I just have to make things clear

here.”

so what is

CLANG MY

he finally decided to speak up. Do

this

So, Ariel, aren’t you going to give me an answer

a deep breath. “Yes, Andre. My decision about Mason hasn’t changed. And it’s not going to change. I

but I just want to see if I can still change

can’t. I think you’ve seen

You can’t decide

for what he did to my

to seek justice. Killing him won’t bring your

son back.”

André. This is the

know you

understanding, André. But Mason needs

won’t stress it further. Let’s focus on your return

LUKE’S POV

soothing backdrop, a symphony of nature in contrast to the cacophony of urban life. I took a deep breath, relishing

life unfolding before me. Children of all ages danced and played, their laughter echoing like music. Each one seemed to possess

a group of toddlers chased after a colorful ball, their

CHANGE

innocence. I couldn’t help but smile at their

happiness.

a pair of siblings swung hand in hand, their laughter mingling with the rustle of leaves overhead. The older sister pushed her brother higher and higher, his squeals of excitement reaching new heights with each arc. Their bond was palpable, a testament to the unbreakable ties of family

me back to my childhood days spent in this park. I remembered the thrill of racing down the winding

free of obligations–and expectations days with a pang of longing tugging at my heart. But amidst the wistfulness, there was also gratitude – for the memories forged in this very park, for 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 wdidmy parents. I can still remember

the sweet

agility, their movements fluid. and effortless. A timeless custom passed down through the generations, shouts of ecstasy and the occasional burst of playful taunting accompanied