If men were likened to animals, Rufus would definitely be a cheetah.
A cheetah was a master of stealth. It would hide in the jungle and wait silently. The moment it spoted its prey, it would attack and deliver a fatal blow.
Ivy could feel Rufus's coldness as they dined together. She did not dare to even look at him. Instead, she conversed with Jill as an attempt to ease her anxiety.
"Auntie, the world famous dress designer, Michelle Ling, is going to hold a charity auction in G City next week. There is this one dress that everybody seems to be talking about. Rumors say that it was worn by a princess in Europe before it was donated to Ling. The auction sounds fun. Would you like to go?" Ivy asked.
Jill smiled. Her eyes twinkled with excitement.
"Really?" she said. "I'd love to, but events like those are usually invite-only. I don't know Ling very well..." she said sadly.
Ivy gave Jill a reassuring smile.
"Don't worry. I have an invite! You can be my plus-one!" Ivy replied.
Jill knew that Ivy rubbed elbows with many influential people in the fashion and entertainment industry. Because of this, Jill got to attend fancy events and galas as well whenever Ivy would take her.
After getting married to Horace, Jill spent most of her time playing mahjong, or in the beauty salon talking to her friends about other rich women. It eventually started to bore her. When Ivy moved in, a new world opened up for her. Jill started to become exposed to the world of fashion. It almost made her feel young again.
Luxury brands, limited edition clothes, famous designers, fashion icons…Jill became obsessed with these things.
But then, something occurred to her.
"I haven't been to a charity auction before. Is there anything I should prepare myself for?" she asked, worried.
Before Ivy could answer, Horace furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance.
"Stay at home! You're not going anywhere! Ivy, you're pregnant. Why would you want to go to those places? There are lots of people there. What if you get hurt?!" he said.
Jill's face turned gloomy immediately. She looked forward to the auction. But because Horace didn't allow her to go, her excitement quickly turned to disappointment.
Ivy was embarrassed and didn't know how to react. Lionel tried to lighten up the mood, smiling, he said, "That's fine, father. I'll go with them. I'll take care of them. Nothing bad is gonna happen, I promise."
Hearing Lionel, Horace shook his head as he begrudgingly gave his consent. He didn't object anymore.
Rufus, who remained silent the whole time, seemed to realize something.
A charity auction? No wonder he couldn't see Michelle these days. She must be busy with the auction.
When Cassandra woke from her sleep, it was already midnight.
To avoid having to see Ivy, Cassandra decided not to have dinner. She was very hungry when she woke up. She could almost hear her stomach grumbling.
She opened the door and snuck out. She crept down the stairs and headed to the kitchen, looking for food.
The moment she climbed down the stairs, though, a tall guy showed up right in front of her, blocking her way.
He smelled strongly of cigarettes. She blinked, surprised.
The smell was familiar, but she could not make out his features in the dark right away. Cassandra squinted and clenched her fists.
He wasn't Rufus. It was Lionel.
When Lionel noticed Cassandra, he smiled maliciously and walked towards her. He just finished smoking.
"What are you doing here in the middle of night?" he asked flirtatiously with his husky voice. It was quite sexy.
Cassandra instinctively took a step back, forgetting the presence of the staircase. She lost her balance and slumped down on the steps.
Lionel stepped forward, put one of his feet on the staircase, and bent down, removing the space in between them. Cassandra felt her heart beating faster.
"Look at your cute pajamas. Are you looking for me, sweetie?" he asked.
The moonlight from the window illuminated parts of Lionel's face. He was just as handsome as Rufus. Unlike Rufus, though, Lionel made Cassandra feel sick and disgusted. She wanted so badly to run away from him.
She attempted to push herself up, but Lionel pressed down on her shoulders. He was much stronger than she was. Her attempt to escape was feeble. She only ended up falling to the floor again.
Cassandra glared at Lionel. Her immense anger shone through the fire in her eyes. Her blood was rising and her awareness, heightened.
"Lionel, what do you want from me?" she said angrily.
Because Ivy was pregnant, Lionel couldn't touch her. Still, he needed to satisfy his desire.
Cassandra, even in her normal night clothes, turned him on.
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