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

I just

here.”

so what is it?” I queried.

CLANG MY

to speak up. Do you still plan to take

Now I understand this whole conversation from the very

you do. So, Ariel, aren’t you going to

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

want to see

you can’t. I think you’ve seen

do this. You can’t decide to kill him.”

to, André. Mason must pay for what he did

are other ways to seek justice. Killing him

son back.”

This is the

deeply and leaned his back against his chair. “I know

André. But Mason needs

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

LUKE’S POV

of birds provided a soothing backdrop, a symphony of nature in

drawn to the vibrant tapestry of 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 tiny legs pumping with

CANT CHANGE MY

filling the air with a heartwarming and nostalgic innocence. I couldn’t help but smile at their antics, reminded

happiness.

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 and friendship.

in this park. I remembered the thrill of racing down the winding paths

for those carefree, 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

the

tag. They darted and dodged with practiced agility, their movements fluid. and effortless. A timeless