A Graduation Gift

When his secretary finished, Lionel squinted his eyes, moping.

His secretary knew the relationship between Cassandra and Lionel. Lionel, who had stamped with rage, now suddenly became quiet. He stood there, pulling his vexed expression together. He didn't say a word because he seemed to have something on his mind.

"When, exactly?" he asked.

Lionel barely made it to the sofa by the French window, then plopped his tired body onto it. It was impossible to guess how he was feeling because his voice had gone soft.

"8 o'clock tonight,"

the secretary replied. Now she finally had the courage to lift her head to look at Lionel, but cautiously with fear.

Lionel asked no more. He stretched his arms to both sides of the sofa. He seemed to think deeply about something or even be contriving some sort of plot.

The night was especially dark. But as a white Bentley drove to the airport, neon lights lit up the roadways, and the whole city sparkled and dazzled with life.

Cassandra had been notified to get into Rufus's car when she got done with work. She got in and sat in the back seat with him. She didn't have time to change out of her business suit into something more casual.

On her lap was a mess of business files. She read them, straining her eyes, using the lights outside the car to help her read. She squinted a lot to catch key words. Rufus had fired the relevant staff. Since she was not involved in this project, she now had to fit herself in and get familiar with the case.

Rufus relaxed beside her, looking dashing as always. He fixed his gaze on Cassandra, who was quietly absorbed in the documents. He didn't disturb her. He just sat there, watching her quietly.

She seemed to sense his burning gaze, so she lifted her head. When their eyes met, she felt an immediate, irresistible palpitation of her heart.

To break the uncomfortable gaze, she darted her eyes to view the scenery outside the window. 'Why can't I focus when Rufus is sitting next to me?' she thought.

"Are you afraid to be with me on a business trip?" Rufus blurted out.

His low, magnetic voice

just a business

from her face, to make herself look fearless. Subconsciously, she started to rub her hands on the documents

Just ask me anything you

to mention in such a small car. Cassandra let out a long-held breath at his words. She wished silently over

her eyes to enjoy the gentle touch and grew sleepy at its hypnotic rhythm. Rufus reveled in watching her obvious bliss and didn't

constant seductive groans and grunts were endearing for

You

seemed especially

is having an affair with Rufus,"

remembered that Cassandra was going on a business trip with Rufus this

began to brim with curious, radiating vigor. Then she said playfully, "Are you jealous? To

and his anger mounted. His raised his voice, "I refuse to be jealous for a woman like her. Even I won't lower myself

Rufus's name made Lionel gnash his teeth in anger. He would never forgive Rufus for humiliating him at the meeting today. He would take

has anything special to make Rufus want her more than any other woman. He probably just does it to humiliate

in a thin voice, her words had hidden meanings, which contrasted with

Lionel

alarmed Lionel. He furrowed his eyebrows in an attempt to think things through, to devise a plan to mess

leaned toward him and opened her mouth to whisper into

and thick as a tree shadow where there was no slight gap of light. A sudden whooshing of the wind brought faint flashes of city

Cassandra and Rufus arrived at the hotel that had

she had already dozed off on the way to

shoulder with her mouth slightly open. He could hear and feel her feeble