Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 855

Chapter 855: sharpened into weapons.

Dean might be Cassandra’s first love, but it was too complicated now. Kiara had a point, after all. Just because she had lunch with Dean didn’t mean she had to change everything about her. Moreover, Dean didn’t specifically tell her he was interested in her as a woman; he only said he was interested.

Cassandra knew it all.

Even so, she found herself searching for reasons and justifications for why she shouldn’t waver. Standing in front of Jonathan’s villa, she took a deep breath and exhaled.

Ding Dong!

Cassandra straightened her back and watched as the front door opened. The moment she saw Jonathan inside, she raised the bottle of wine in her hand with a smile.

"Wine?" she suggested, watching his mouth curl into a wide grin.

Jonathan slowly opened the door wider and stepped aside. She entered, and he carefully closed the door behind her.

"You didn’t tell me you’d be stopping by tonight," he remarked, following her into the bar as she made herself comfortable.

Cassandra chuckled and glanced at him playfully. "I was planning to surprise you. It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, right?"

"Right... Did something good happen today?"

"Hmm. Let me think..." she hummed a long tune, stopping at the bar counter of his home. "...I got to see some old friends today!"

"Oh." Jonathan nodded and walked to the bar, standing across from her. He quickly grabbed two wine glasses and placed them between them. "It almost slipped my mind that you picked up the reunion tickets today."

"I did," Cassandra grinned. "I know you find it weird that they’re giving out tickets as if we were picking up our bibs for a marathon, but Lily’s always been like that."

"Lily is a lot younger than you?"

She nodded. "Yes, but even as a freshman, she was a very good leader. I always thought she’d end up becoming a politician. But she went into business instead, though I guess she was the only one who could inherit her family’s businesses."

"You really seem to be in a good mood," Jonathan said, reaching out a hand and wiggling his brows as he signaled her to hand over the bottle. When she passed it to him, he pulled out the cork and opened it. "Tell me all about it, babe. I’m here to listen."

"Hehe." Cassandra happily sat down on the stool, cupping her face as she began telling Jonathan about her day. When he was done serving, she blurted out, "Dean was also there!"

Jonathan paused, snapping his eyes at her. "My cousin was there? I didn’t know he was also a part of the fan club."

Cousin...

For a second, Cassandra hesitated, remembering one of the reasons she’d been so distressed today. She hadn’t told Kiara about it, because this was Jonathan’s secret for now. Until the Pierson family made an announcement, Cassandra was keeping quiet.

"Don’t tell anyone about it."

"I won’t. Who would I tell?" Jonathan tilted his head slightly, smiling. "But that’s very... surprising, especially considering you were so young back then."

"And there’s one more thing." Cassandra cleared her throat, taking another sip of wine, her cheeks turning a little pink. "Nina accused her best friend at the time, Patricia, of doing it. It caused a lot of drama, and the two of them ended up being transferred to lower sections."

Cassandra went on and on, telling Jonathan everything. As she spoke, she began to realize how ridiculous her feelings had been that day. Even so, she still felt bad for wavering.

This was what she wanted.

A relationship where she didn’t have to worry about whether she looked good or not. She was already comfortable with him and knew she could talk about anything, and he would listen.

Dean was just a temptation, a distraction. It was not love.

This was love. This man was her love, and she couldn’t bear to hurt him, knowing he was already going through so much on his own.

How could she look in another man’s direction, especially one who was apparently Jonathan’s family?

Little did Cassandra know, everything she was telling him was being sharpened into weapons.