A Graduation Gift

In the VIP Reception Room of the Hotel

When Cassandra and Rufus entered the reception room, they saw Lionel already sitting there. He had been waiting impatiently, and the anger in his eyes was obvious.

After that call, Lionel discovered that his wife didn't even have his phone number saved. It greatly wounded his pride.

"What are you doing here?"

Cassandra stared at Lionel, her face puzzled. Rufus and she came here for the project. Why was Lionel here in H City?

A teasing smile hung on Rufus's thin lips. He was wearing an air of nonchalance, with elusive expression in his dark brown eyes.

Cassandra's words added fuel to the fire that already blazed in Lionel's heart. Fury flashed in his eyes. Lionel stood up from the sofa. A vicious sneer curled the corners of his mouth.

He glanced at Rufus who remained silent beside Cassandra before walking up to his wife. What he did next was unexpected.

Lionel slowly reached out and pulled Cassandra in his arms, right under Rufus's nose. Cassandra yelped with astonishment as she was slammed against his chest. She pushed against him furiously.

"You are my wife. Do I need a reason to come and see you, huh?"

Lionel whispered in her ear as he held her. His voice was low and gentle, and every word seemed to indicate his endless affection for her.

Cassandra knew he had something up his sleeve. "Lionel, what are you doing? Let go of me!"

A mild blush appeared on Cassandra's cheeks. Embarrassed, she stole a glance at Rufus. For some reason, she felt guilty that he had to witness this and she tried hard to wriggle free from Lionel's hold.

"Come on, hon! We've been married for years now. You are so feisty in bed with me. I want to show off our for each other. Why do you feel shy in front of our brother?

When Cassandra showed no signs of yielding, Lionel tightened his grip. Shaken and winded by his strength, she stopped struggling.

What was he talking about? Since when I was feisty

passionate

he narrowed his eyes at them. Cassandra still looked uncomfortable in his arms. Lionel's deliberate provocation was ridiculous.

to bear the sight of it.

insist on being the third wheel between a husband and his wife? Don't mistake yourself into believing that if you bring my wife on a business trip, you can do whatever you want with

an insinuating and ironic smile spreading over his face. A flash

"Lionel, that's enough!"

couldn't stand it anymore. He wasn't listening to her

was being unreasonable

expression stormy at her sudden shout. Lionel loosened his grip, his chilly eyes narrowing at Cassandra. The look he gave her could have turned water

knew there was something between you two. Cassandra, I didn't know you were so wanton. You are so

knife slashing right at her. Her jaw dropped

but it was

with your words, Lionel! Who do you think you are! Don't slander me like

trembled with anger. She stood where she was, hands clenched into tight fists, but the expression on her face was calm. Her gaze was cold and

raised, playing the role of an onlooker. Cassandra's reaction had

room last night. When he left, his clothes were disheveled. What was that all about?

what he suspected. Retreating

to listen to others and believe in rumors? Or has it always been the case? Do

against the wall, his eyes looking back at Lionel coldly. The veil of charm on his handsome face hid a deep sense of

his teeth as he cocked his head to look at him. "She is my wife! Even if I detest her or want to dump her one day, you would never get

was in sharp contrast to Lionel's fury, and it only frustrated the latter even

enveloped him. Lionel refused to take his defeat lying down. Rufus, born out of wedlock, had come out of nowhere and

never let

Thwack!

all of a sudden, and the temperature in the room seemed to have