A Graduation Gift

The two men, equal in stature, stood scowling at each other with Cassandra in between them.

The atmosphere in the living room quickly turned hostile. Even Horace was at a loss for words. The girl who pretended to have blacked out in Rufus's arms lay still, quietly determined to carry on her performance until the very last minute.

"Oh?"

Rufus's thin lips curled into a careless half-smile, his eyes radiating nonchalance. He gave a little chuckle in response to Lionel's question.

"Cassandra," Lionel began in a stoic, dangerous voice. "Get up! You are in another man's arms right in front of your husband! Do you have any shame? Are you really that desperate to get laid?"

He seemed to have seen through Cassandra's ruse. As Lionel slanted his eyes at her, he moved to pull her out of Rufus' arms roughly.

Almost at the same time, Rufus retreated one step back, with Cassandra tucked safely in his arms. He glared at Lionel with piercing eyes, cutting him with his silent gaze. Lionel retracted his hands quickly, as if slashed by a knife.

"You think she rolled down the stairs deliberately, because she was desperate?!"

An intimidating look came over Rufus' face. They were nearly at daggers drawn. Horace had been cautiously watching the volatile exchange and now stood up in haste. He held Lionel back, who seemed to be humiliating Cassandra on purpose.

"Don't argue anymore! You had better take her to the hospital right now!"

Rufus marched straight to the door. Cassandra lay comfortably in his arms. The car was already outside, waiting for them. Horace heaved a

disinfectant

who had been caught doing wrong. She looked like she was searching for somebody.

it? Are you looking

from nearby. The very next second, a devastatingly handsome face materialized

realized that they were the only ones in the ward.

dangerous to have a man and a woman in the same room.

for

awkwardly, not making any sense. She struggled to sit up and braced herself against the headboard, abstaining from meeting Rufus's eyes.

"Thank me? For what?"

the bed. He grabbed her chin gently, nudging her closer. Their

a moment, Cassandra's mind went blank at the closeness. She inhaled sharply, wondering how this man could be so rude and so bold at the same

thank me? You don't look like you mean

was not the artless type. He said it like it was. He never expected to meet Cassandra again in such a way. This delicate, lovely woman turned out to be the nominal wife of

lost her

silent laughter. It was confusing, but intriguing. She was

his palms against the wall next to

and her mind