A Graduation Gift

Chapter 62 The Storm

A heavy silence permeated the elevator. Cassandra glanced at the redness spreading over Rufus' hand, and felt her heart squeeze in pain.

She tried to keep the tears in her eyes from running down her face.

"Rufus… You… You asshole!"

The words burst from her. She struggled to get her emotions under control, barely noticing that her fingernails were dug into her palms. Her voice trembled with emotion.

Her reaction made Rufus's face soften.

He looked away from her, wanting to conceal the swirl of emotions in his nebulous eyes.

Each droplet of tears that escaped from her eyes splashed straight onto his heart.

His heart became heavier and heavier.

As soon as the lift doors opened, Cassandra rushed out. After a second Rufus realized that she was heading not toward the carpark, but towards the exit.

While he stood there stunned, Cassandra disappeared into the heavy rain.

He dashed to the main gate, but Cassandra was nowhere to be seen.

The swirling sky above him, was dark as ink. A traffic light stood out in the storm, a beacon in the night.

He stood for a second, and then spun back toward the carpark. Climbed into his car, he sped out of the building right away.

The car seared through the thundering weather; the wipers screeching hopelessly against the downpour. He peered through the rain, barely able to see the road. He had no idea how he would find Cassandra.

But Rufus was determined. Slowly, he circled around the block, driving back and forth for some time before finally spotting a bedraggled woman at the corner of the street.

She was huddled under a ledge outside of a darkened shop. The ledge barely kept the rain from her, with water lashing at her on either side.

As he parked the car and leapt out of the door, he saw her sitting on haunches and staring blankly at the rain.

He ripped his coat off and covered her with it.

He crouched down and put his arms around her, almost flinching as he felt how cold and drenched she was.

"What were you thinking? Do you know how severe this typhoon is?"

voice. The rain streamed across his face, and the wind ripped the

she had heard him. The tears streaming out of her

leapt into the rain at the spur of the moment. She was almost knocked flat by the storm, but her need

clung to her face, getting in her eyes and mouth and entwining around

soaked and heavy, and the cold had seeped deep into her flesh and bones.

turn. She needed to get away from Rufus, but she had nowhere to run in

a way forward. And she couldn't go back either. Cassandra kept running.

and fell to her knees. When she lifted her hands she found them covered in dirt and mud, and

pressed her lips together, unaware of how blue they were turning, and her body was trembling so much that

dangerous this weather would be. In desperation she ran to find some kind

now, emerging like a hero from the rain, but why did

the frightened look

take you to tidy yourself up," the man ordered firmly.

eyes looked empty and unfocused, and she seemed to lack

hand to wipe the water from her face, and nearly drew back in shock when he felt

you? I'm with you. Don't worry. It's okay,"

corpse, and the lifelessness

close to him, he tried to use his

eyes looked momentarily up at him,

another second asking

gently and cradling her head against his chest. He brought her carefully to the passenger seat of his car, buckled her in and brushed some of the hair out of her face. He wished he had a blanket to give her.

spending nights here at

but tidy and well-maintained. Cassandra wondered why Rufus would have

tears had dried on Cassandra's face, but her body

hospital, and feared that her time in the rain would make her sick

like that? What, not even a typhoon could stop you from acting out?" Rufus scolded her, but with no real anger behind

feel the warmth in the

he respectfully helped her peel off her ruined clothing, and lowered her into the

gradually

had just... 'Oh no...' she thought, 'not

uninjured hand, Rufus trickled some water over her shoulders to warm her

color started to return to her face, and as the mirrors steamed up in the room, a blush rose to her

spoke softly, "I can do

back to look at the

so rare that the little woman didn't firmly resist. He would definitely

were many women who would love this kind of treatment from

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