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.

help but inch his body closer to her. His low, magnetic voice

It's just a business trip,"

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

Just ask me anything

was, not to mention in such a small car. Cassandra let out a long-held breath

sleepy at

king-size bed. The constant seductive groans and grunts were endearing for a while. But the playful noise had given way to breathless silence.

You seem very distracted,"

lying cradled in Lionel's arms. Tonight, Lionel seemed especially agitated.

is having an affair with Rufus," Lionel said.

going on a business trip with Rufus this evening. He suddenly broke

said playfully, "Are you jealous? To be honest, Cassandra is really

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

Rufus's name made Lionel gnash his teeth in anger. He would never forgive Rufus for humiliating

humiliate you on purpose, to make you frustrated in your business dealings. And perhaps he wants to use Cassandra to hurt you more. Before he makes any

Ivy spoke in a thin voice, her words had hidden meanings,

Lionel said.

his eyebrows in an attempt to think

radiant smile, leaned toward him and opened her mouth to whisper

a tree shadow where there was no slight gap of light. A sudden whooshing of the wind brought faint flashes of city light, but soon the night turned as black

at the hotel that had already been booked for

exhausted, and she had already dozed

head against Rufus's shoulder with her mouth slightly open. He could hear and feel her feeble breaths.