"Mother, please don't. Whatever it might be that Rufus is doing right now has nothing to do with me
anymore. I stopped caring a long time ago."
Deep in her heart, she was so hesitant to tell her mother about the conversation she had with Rufus.
She knew full well that her mother would lose her mind and judge her if she found out about their
meeting.
"Fine then. I'll keep my nose out of it. But you have to admit, Clark is such a great guy no matter how
you look at it. He gave you a comfortable place to stay in, and he took care of everything for you. He
even went through lengths like confronting Rufus to get an explanation because it might have an
impact on your reputation. As your mother, I would like to encourage you to stop looking back and
move on with your life. Just give him a chance to prove himself to you!"
Having a hard time holding it in, Edith began to persuade her daughter. She had been blabbering so
much that Cassandra felt like she couldn't breathe.
It was as if her mother was even more worked up than she was. From the way Edith saw things, Clark
was a man who was more than capable of taking good care of her daughter and keeping her safe from
harm, while Rufus, on the other hand, paled in comparison.
"Mother, please calm yourself down! Yes, I may be going out with Clark now. But those things take
time. I'll make my decision once I get to know him better. It's already late. Why don't you just go back to
sleep?"
Stretching out her hands, Cassandra pushed her mother back into her bedroom. She just had enough
of her mother's incessant talking.
Afterward, she headed back to her own bedroom as well. She got on the bed and sprawled on her
back. A smile instantly crept on her face when she indulged herself in reminiscence and remembered
how Rufus told her he was sorry, her heart overflowing with so much tenderness.
Up until midnight, all she did was stare right at the ceiling. All of a sudden, the sound of someone
playing the piano brought music to her ears. Fairy tale! She must have heard this song more than a
thousand times already, but it still brought butterflies in her stomach every single time.
Tossing and turning a little, she was finally able to peacefully fall asleep with a smile on her face.
A couple of days later, inside Cassandra's office, Lyndsy flung the door open, headed directly toward
the sofa, and casually lay on it without a care in the world.
"Please mind your manners, my dear movie queen! Have you forgotten that you'll be standing in a sea
of cameras and flashes of light in that fancy dress? Please stand up, or you'll ruin your dress before
you could get to the red carpet!"
Shaking her head, Cassandra was left at such a loss for words due to Lyndsy's conduct. Far from the
distinctive air of elegance and sophistication, Lyndsy was always careless in speech and demeanor in
private.
Although that star's masterful performance had utterly taken her breath away, Cassandra was aware
that even Lindsy was just another regular person off camera.
"Come on, Cassandra! Do I really have to put on an act even if it's just you and me? Please give me a
break!"
Lyndsy replied feebly and was a bit subdued. As if it wasn't bad enough that she was already drowning
in her busy work, before she could take some time to rest, she would first need to show up for the
press conference of her upcoming film. The mere thought of the harsh questions the press might've
prepared was plenty enough to give her a headache.
"Oh, but wait a second. Cassandra, your voice is getting better!"
Springing up from the sofa in an instant, Lyndsy intently stared at Cassandra with her eyes dilating,
glistening, and full of excitement.
"Do you really think so? Now that you mention it, I am feeling much better actually!"
Feeling her neck, Cassandra came to the realization that indeed she hadn't noticed her throat feeling
so dry in the past few days.
"Of course, I am! Your voice sounded quite awful when I saw you ten days ago! Well, if I'm being
honest, your voice actually sounded akin to that of a dying goat. But I'm so happy for you! You're finally
getting better!"
Lyndsy had always been a straightforward kind of person, always speaking her mind. But even though
Cassandra had already somewhat gotten used to it from the time they spent together, she was still a bit
agitated with the way she worded it.
The sound of a dying goat?! Just where the heck did Lyndsy hear such an unpleasant voice? However,
since it was just Lyndsy being Lyndsy, Cassandra was able to easily smile it off.
"Maybe because I have been feeling good, and it helped improve the effects of the medicine I'm
taking!"
Cassandra couldn't hold it in, so she smiled like a Cheshire cat while they were talking. Lyndsy, on the
other hand, squinted her eyes out of curiosity, intrigued with what she just blurted out.
"Oh, that could be it! So, what was it that made you feel good? Could you be in love? Let me in on this,
come on!"
Getting up on her feet straight away, she darted toward Cassandra's desk and focused her attention on
her, not blinking her eyes, with a cunning smile embedded on her face.
"Oh, no, my dear. I think you're getting overexcited! I've been getting myself busy with the work that
needs to be done in your studio. And it's not like I would have the time to go on a date if I were actually
interested in someone!"
Cassandra bowed her head a little to try to avoid looking Lyndsy straight in the eyes, but the obvious
look of happiness on her face remained, and she couldn't get rid of it.
With her eyes deeply fixated on Cassandra, Lyndsy playfully smiled at her, desperate to find out more
about it. But luckily, for Cassandra, Lyndsy's agent suddenly came in right at this moment.
"Lyndsy, please get yourself ready. Everybody's waiting for you! We have to go ASAP!" the agent
pressured her to hurry up.
Shrugging her shoulders out of disappointment, Lyndsy then politely nodded toward Cassandra before
leaving with her agent.
When the door was closed and the office got peaceful again, Cassandra felt her neck with a hand and
wandered in her thoughts. It had been ten days since she stopped drinking the honey Clark gave her.
She tipped her hat to Lindsy for helping her realize that things were looking up and her sore throat was
making progress.
And although it still hadn't fully healed just yet, at the very least, there was a noticeable improvement,
and it was not as awful sounding anymore.
People who would be meeting her for the first time might assume that was her natural voice, and it was
horrible.
Cassandra wondered whether there was something that got mixed into the honey to deliberately keep
her throat from getting better. Was it the reason why her throat had been sore for so long?
She was thinking back and looking hard into her memory. There had been a lot of instances where
Clark had been trying to convince her. He mentioned that the honey would be good for her sore throat,
so it would be best to drink it two times a day, one glass upon waking up and the other before going to
sleep. He even reminded her mother to ensure that she was really drinking it.
In fact, he was the one who set an appointment with his friend, who was a doctor, to check up on her
condition. Upon giving her a diagnosis, the doctor also wrote her a prescription. After that, she did just
as she had been advised to and didn't bother going to a hospital any more. Was it Clark's plan all
along? Cassandra started to have her doubts.
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