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.

this man neurotic? What was he talking about? Since when I was feisty and passionate in bed with him!? We've never

a passionate couple, why is Cassandra resisting

silent spectator so far, drawled lazily. Feigning indifference, he narrowed his eyes at them.

Cassandra. He was unable to bear the sight of it. A sense

between a husband and his wife? Don't mistake

insinuating and ironic smile spreading over his face. A flash of disdain passed in his eyes as he glared

"Lionel, that's enough!"

her bright eyes blazing with anger. She couldn't

unreasonable and needlessly malicious.

his grip, his chilly eyes narrowing at Cassandra.

I didn't know you were so wanton. You are so lonely that you can't get through one

a knife slashing right at her. Her jaw

listened to him slinging mud at her many times, but it was always in private.

you think you are! Don't slander me like this in

expression on her face was calm. Her gaze was cold and a bitter smile lingered on her lips.

role of an onlooker. Cassandra's reaction had surprised him. This woman might be tiny, but she was plucky.

When he left, his

he suspected. Retreating his footsteps,

others and believe in rumors? Or has it always been the case? Do you have any evidence of what you just claimed? I don't care if you smear my reputation, but

chuckled lightly and leaned gracefully against the wall, his eyes looking back at Lionel coldly. The veil of charm on his handsome

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 in the picture. I will look into this. If you have done something behind my back, I

sharp contrast to Lionel's fury, and it

wedlock, had come out of nowhere and taken everything that was supposed to be his. Now, he even wanted to covet

never let that

Thwack!

to still all of a sudden, and the temperature in