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 in a villa

Noblewood Retreat, dressed in

motorbike.

the motorbike, looked down at the address, and surprisingly found that her bike was parked

in her hand was

forelock damp with sweat, stood in stark contrast to

stand there. If she knew before that she would be delivering to this

Bertha and Kieran’s wedding was at the end of this month,

Bertha’s six–year wait finally paid off? Were she and Kieran finally going to form a happy family with their

delivery bag, slightly whitened from the force. She felt a

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

Julie walked towards her motorbike, just stepping on

came from

falling over with the motorbike on top of her. The pain felt like her

could react, she heard

a heavy object falling to the ground.