The windows of the bathroom were misted up with condensation. With his eyebrows scrunched up,
Rufus looked at the sight in front of him. He picked up the bath towel hanging on the rack and took a
step forward.
When he saw that Cassandra was about to fall asleep on the floor, his face blackened, hiding concern
in its depths. He bent down and covered Cassandra's body with the towel in his hands, before lifting
her up from the floor and into his arms.
Still in a daze, Cassandra felt her body leave the floor. She realized that someone was cradling her in a
warm embrace. An intoxicating scent penetrated her nostrils.
She subconsciously clutched the man's shirt in her grip and unconsciously shook her head. Her mouth
parted and the words came out were vague and fragmented, making minimal sense. Rufus couldn't
figure out what she was saying.
Looking at her state, Rufus guessed that she had suffered from anoxia while taking the shower. The
temperature in the bathroom had been far too high. He felt suffocated even as he had entered it.
"Are you stupid?"
Rufus left the bathroom with Cassandra in his arms. Her body was covered with tiny droplets of water.
Her delicate face was rosy, her head arched back and her lips parted suggestively.
Rufus was a hot-blooded male. The sight aroused him, but he suppressed his urges. He gently
dropped Cassandra on the king-size bed of the hotel room. She was still wrapped in only a bath towel.
Rufus stood by the bedside and looked down at her. His dark brown eyes were clouded with an
unreadable emotion.
"Hot…I feel hot…"
Cassandra writhed on the bed helplessly. She was slowly losing consciousness.
"Cassandra, do you know what you are doing to me right now? You're playing with fire."
Rufus lifted the thin quilt tucked in the bed and threw it on Cassandra fiercely.
All of a sudden, she cracked her eyes open and saw his enigmatic face looming above her. She
giggled loudly, the sound like a tinkling wind chime. Rufus sucked in a breath and stared at her lying on
the bed, utterly absorbed by the sight of her. He had never seen her like this.
"You're asking for it."
Rufus could not resist his impulse any longer. Nothing could stop him now.
He bent over, with his fathomless eyes looking into hers with an intensity that was profound. Suddenly,
it became hard for him to breathe.
His body was charging up. He had eyes for nothing but her.
"Cassandra, who am I?"
Rufus whispered in her ear. His hot breath blew at her hair softly.
It didn't matter she was drunk or suffering from anoxia, Rufus wanted her to know who he was.
"I know you. You're Rufus."
Cassandra giggled again. She tilted her head back and stared at him openly. Her eyes sparked with
something hot.
She was in a trance, but she could still tell that the man here was Rufus.
She felt a flash of fear, but relaxed instantly. She was utterly secure in his presence.
Given her identity and her relationship with Rufus, she could hardly admit to it. Nominally, she was his
sister-in-law. Last time in Rome, she hadn't known who he was. How could she make the same
mistake again now, when his true identity had been made clear to her?
"Do you want this or not?"
Rufus was smart enough to know where this was going. Words weren't required for what was going to
happen next.
But he would still respect her choice, so he waited for an answer. His eyes were still locked on hers...
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