A Graduation Gift novel Chapter 242

In his office, Rufus found himself agitated. Every now and then, his eyes would flit to his phone, waiting for a reply from Cassandra. But whenever his screen would light up, it was with someone else's name.

It seemed that she had made up her mind to ignore him. He heard that she didn't return to the Garden Villa and stayed in her rented apartment in these past few days.

Why was she acting this way? Was it still because he went to take care of the sick Amanda?

Cassandra worked overtime. As she stepped out of the office building, the familiar Phantom came into view.

She had purposefully stayed in her office for as long as she could, but she knew she could hide no longer. Knowing that Rufus came for an explanation, she composed herself and then walked on unhurriedly.

However, the moment she saw Rufus's figure leaning against the car from far away, she felt herself crumbling.

His eyes zeroed in on her from afar.

She was wearing tight clothes that hugged her figure. A cool breeze blew and fluttered her skirt, exposing her slender legs.

Cassandra stood there, hesitating in her tracks, and so Rufus straightened up and closed the distance between them.

"What are you thinking?"

he asked when he was standing right in front of her. Cassandra wore an unreadable expression on her face.

He took in the sight of her and wanted to sigh at the relief. A few days seemed so long when he did not see her.

"Nothing,"

she replied stiffly.

Rufus was silent for a moment before speaking again, "Come on. I'll take you home."

He put an arm around her shoulder, but she shook free from his grasp.

Rufus was stunned by her response, and his arm hung at his side. He couldn't understand why she was being so cold.

"I want to go back to my apartment. I have to work early tomorrow."

Cassandra's throat tightened but she forced the words out. She could not even bear to look at Rufus. It was all too much.

"I'll drive you here tomorrow morning," he reasoned.

Rufus could feel the start of his irritation bubbling up. He had already been trying to appease her, but all she gave him back was rejection. His pride and patience could only take so much.

"No need," she cut him off. "I don't want others to see us together."

Rufus bristled at her response.

"Cassandra, what the hell are you talking about?! You don't want others to see us together? Didn't you think about that when we started dating? Haven't you seen how hard I worked for you? You don't know half of the things I've done just to keep you by my side! And now you're telling me this!"

Rufus blew up. He was done playing the understanding, lovesick partner. He had spent the past few days on his knees, trying to please her. He looked at her with eyes as cold as snow.

He knew from the beginning that she was a competitive, stubborn woman. It was part of what drew him to her, and he had arranged everything carefully, so that she didn't have to change herself to be with him.