A Graduation Gift

Cassandra's heart ached as she listened to her mother weep over the phone. She suddenly forgot all about her nagging from a while ago and spoke with utmost care, "Mom, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't worry you. I promise you, all the gossip and news about my affair will be gone within a year. I won't continue with Rufus in such a state for long."

She thought of the agreement she had made with Rufus, according to which after giving birth to his baby, she would be set free.

For the rest of her life, she could be with her own family. She could live a simple life, like she had always wanted, and never fool herself in the name of love again.

"What? Are you planning to marry him? Can Rufus marry you under Tang family's pressure?"

Edith's skeptical tone was enough to convey she had misinterpreted Cassandra's words.

Cassandra didn't know how she would explain the situation to her. Although Rufus was Horace's son, he wasn't going to heed in any kinds of arrangements Horace made for him, unlike Lionel—who was incapable of making his own choices and a total coward. Rufus had always been firm about wanting to marry her. It was she who didn't want it.

"Mom, just stop asking. All I can tell you is I have a plan. I'll make sure everything settles soon. Don't worry."

Hearing Cassandra give a vague reply, Edith started nagging her again. The conversation finally ended when Cassandra promised to visit her by the end of the month.

After hanging up, she heaved a deep sigh of relief. All kinds of feelings persisted in her mind, regarding Edith and Cloris.

But she continued to feel uneasy like she was before the phone call, about what Whitney had said to her. She felt like there was something she had forgotten but couldn't even point her finger at what it was.

"You don't look quite like yourself today. Is there something bothering you?" Rufus asked Cassandra, back in the villa.

Cassandra stood chopping vegetables in Garden Villa's cozy and homely kitchen. One hand that held the knife, went up and down rhythmically, like a machine; while the other looked absolutely still, somehow was just holding the onions instead of pushing them forward.

Rufus noticed her looking far off and cold as he came into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Something was clearly wrong with her.

It's just something

she went back to cooking swiftly. Quickly, she finished

take long for the lovely aroma of the meal to permeate the kitchen. Rufus inhaled deeply, already satiated at

breaking up even once, and seemed

thought of Cassandra turning docile occurred to him, Rufus couldn't help but

were the kind of clothes girls wore for Yoga. The material stuck to her skin, accentuating the curves of her

and blue for the clear sky. It was decorated with pink cherry blossoms which gave it a

toward her and

it's troublesome to cook everyday? Do you need me to hire a

going to be as dedicated

her to reject Rufus's offer. She didn't even want a helper on an hourly basis, much less a domestic helper, who would be in the house

to divert her attention from all the rumors about their relationship. She maintained a safe distance from him when they were in public. Even in the Union

regarding the gossip about them, and that Rufus would fall into a conflict with the Tang family yet again because of it.

lengths to avoid anything that could potentially pose harm to Rufus. How could she allow a domestic helper in the house, who would watch

He simply giggled behind

the food you cook

with contentment and warmth. This was the feeling of home he longed for.

she didn't try to

wrong. I just feel safer when I cook myself. Moreover, who can cook a more nutritious meal than my own self? If I don't, how

attempts at intimacy. She

and slowly, he loosened his grip from her body, stepping back. An inexplicable pain rose