A Graduation Gift

In the five-star ballroom, among the lively chatter, Cassandra, with her superb insights and ideas, unexpectedly closed a deal that few had expected would go through.

Even Rufus started to admire Cassandra. After coming out of the hotel, the woman still felt embarrassed about last night's fling. However, Instead of talking about it, they drove straight to the party.

"Miss Qin, you're indeed the most unique designer I have ever seen, and your ideas are refreshing. I had already given up the collaboration with Tang Group, but your insights have rekindled my desire to work with them,"

holding a glass of wine in his hand, the boss from the collaborating company did not hesitate to praise Cassandra and said.

Cassandra lowered her eyes, her face showing a light but sweet smile. She was not good at handling the elation of such an occasion.

"I'm flattered. Thank you for giving Tang Group another chance," she answered in her natural courteous manner. "I will do my best to carry through it."

With the echo of colliding wine glasses, the rising sound of a piano started to play in the ballroom. Turning away, Cassandra immediately met Rufus's gaze.

The throbbing of their hearts in that moment of glory was synchronized. They had finally completed a major task together.

Standing next to her, Rufus's face beamed with a satisfied smile, his eyes lighting up with appreciation.

This woman always looked confused in a lovely way. However, in the workplace, she looked calm, mature and intelligent, which surprised Rufus a lot.

"Mr. Luo, we look forward to a successful collaboration. Miss Qin is a really gifted, intelligent woman. I think you two are a match made in heaven,"

The boss again joked. In the process, he took note of Rufus and Cassandra's moment of interlocking gazes upon each other.

"Mr. Wang, we are not..."

Being praised like that made Cassandra somewhat uneasy. But before she could explain their relationships, Rufus interrupted, "Thank you, Mr. Wang, we also look forward to working with you."

his husky, confident voice. A smile formed at the corners of his mouth and his deep

work here is done, can we

car gave Cassandra such a feeling of flutter in the belly that she spoke so softly, almost in a whisper.

called on for her business pitch, she had butterflies in her stomach and wondered whether she was going to make it. But thankfully, she pulled through without a single hitch. So when she went to the dinner party she tried to mollify her nerves with an extra glass or

next to Rufus who kept stealing glances at her with his thin lips

quite breathtaking. Can I take you there for

a request, but his tone made it sound like

as possible. I, um,

to breathe heavily. She declined his offer, and quickly turned to face the window with a sort of guilty haste, trying to avoid looking at

you don't want to go out tonight, it's understandable. Maybe you want to do something else with

appeared

a business trip, not on

about him in bed. In that brief instant she

would have been all over me last night," said

his massive hands over Cassandra's seat, the fragrance of

a married woman like this, Rufus? That's shameless. Don't you think so?" she added, eager to know if he had any scruples about

Cassandra simply just didn't want to think about it. Feigning toughness, she glared at Rufus who was wearing an evil, insouciant expression

deed...I am honored to participate in the most important development work of that," Rufus

lips became more and more reckless. As soon as his

announced, "We will go back tomorrow morning. How about we just celebrate and

was determined to return home straight away, if he didn't give her a good reason for staying out tonight. As if in a trance, Cassandra felt she was floating in the air, a dark, gloomy cloud driving her into the halo around Rufus.

thunder, she remembered the death of Rufus's mother. In essence, she realized that he was still grieving and as a coping strategy, he kept pushing himself, to more and more work. Thinking about this, Cassandra's heart to go back to G City was not as determined as

predicament, Cassandra thought to herself, 'I'm having my menses. Would that guarantee that we can hang out for the night without making

a friend. That would