A Graduation Gift

Cassandra held her breath as she took in Rufus's figure silhouetted against the soft light—the warm hues traced his skin and gave him an ethereal glow as if she was beholding a vision. Her heartbeat picked up its pace, shivering as the sight of him warmed her.

She looked down at the gift in her hands. At once, pain lanced through her chest.

"I…I can't. It's too precious. I don't deserve it," she said, tasting the bittersweet on her tongue.

The gift was much too priceless, as she knew that it was more than just a present. It was as if Rufus's feelings were stitched in every thread. Cassandra closed her eyes against the feeling tugging at her chest. She would not be selfish.

He had kept his word. It was more than enough.

Rufus strode to Cassandra with slow steps, carefully coming closer to her.

"If you really think so, then be mine," he said softly, shading her from the sun. It was a futile act—the sun held no comparison to his brilliance.

The nearness of him did not help Cassandra's pounding chest. She was left at a loss as Rufus once again declared his feelings for her. But he was her brother-in-law. There was no way they could be together.

She stepped back and gathered her emotions, determined to keep them impervious.

"Mr. Luo," she started, "I am going to return the gift to you."

Rufus furrowed his brows at the way she addressed him. A shadow crossed in his dark brown pupils.

The smile on his lips died, like a candle blown out by the wind. Her words fell on him like a bucket of cold water.

It was a puzzle, even to himself, how much this woman would affect him. It was as if his body was automatically on the move even before he could think about his actions. When he learned of the dress, his first thought was to get it for Cassandra.

He knew that Cassandra was feeling depressed. She had devoted all of herself to her design, but all she got was the accusation of being a copycat.

Rufus had everything arranged carefully at the auction, taking all the steps he could to win her heart. Moreover, he wanted to show the person behind this that Cassandra was no weakling—she had very strong backing and would fight back.

Rufus looked into her eyes, and at once he knew that he could not push her any further. She looked at him as if one more word would make her break. And he did not want to be the reason for that expression. He took a deep breath and turned to sit in his chair, steeling himself to act professionally.

"Director Tong and the government of G City are working together to build a super-large-scale nursing home in the suburbs to solve the growing problem of excessive numbers of admission waiting in line. He, together with other people involved, recommends you as the designer for the nursing home."

Rufus slowly explained the reason why he called for Cassandra, his face wearing an expression of seriousness.

Jenks Tong had already heard about the reason for Cassandra's suspension, but he insisted that Cassandra should be the designer for the project. It came as quite a surprise.

other advantages. Once the news came out, the public would look at them with favor; and if they got on well with

knew about this. Although there were some objections, an overwhelming majority

influential, and since it was him who had chosen Cassandra,

replied. "So does that mean I could

with Jenks that night. She had let it slip that she was feeling caged and wanted to break away. She knew he understood what she meant,

the design of the nursing home. You can start the design

was hard and

him. She bowed politely and walked out of the office without saying anything more. At this point, there was nothing she could say

loud crash as Rufus's fist slammed on the desk. It was as if the impact

she thought closing her eyes and breathing deeply, 'If I hadn't been married, I would have had accepted your love. But the facts are against us. We can't

seeing Cassandra come out, he nodded

was holding his head and massaging the temple. Victor hesitated for

about the

from his head and looked over

to his statements, he was not aware that his design had been plagiarized, and claimed that it was his original design.

findings, a frown knotted in

designer was an American? It didn't make sense. After Cassandra returned home, he kept track of her whereabouts very closely. She had

interacted with the staff. It was impossible for the information to be leaked, unless… Perhaps there was a mole.

he thought things over. "Go on with the investigation," he instructed Victor. "Check who that designer usually is in contact with. I want

glint in his cold

stoop to that level. The only plausible explanation was that someone else stole her design. It could only

were out of this. At the thought, Rufus sighed

was one of the reasons why it was impossible for him

hospital in the afternoon. His secretary informed her that he was in a meeting and led Cassandra to

hung on the wall, and was

a picture of a young couple and their son.

in his younger days, was smiling. His wife had delicate features, and the boy inherited

led someone in and said,

he left and

of the door and her eyes widened in amazement. The person

What a coincidence!

was evidently surprised as well, but a big smile broke in his face as he walked to her.

you here to meet my