Chapter 450 Studio Rufcastle (Part One)

"To do… What I'm really keen to do…"

Cassandra repeated, glancing at Rufus, then diverted her gaze to the painting she was making.
Thousands of thoughts flashed through her mind at the same time.

But what was it that she was keen to do, anyway? In fact, she had never truly taken time to ponder
over this.

It seemed like she had always been struggling for something or the other. Currently, her life was fulfilled
and busy, but was she truly interested in doing what she was doing?

Rufus caught Cassandra lost deeply in thoughts. It made him sad to spot her looking so gloomy.

His hands reached out for hers. He caressed them gently.

"Cassandra, you have me. You don't have to worry about anything, a place to stay, food or shelter. The
only thing you should be concerned about is whatever it is you love to do. Just pursue what you
actually enjoy doing. Sometimes, even though we put in all our efforts, we don't get the results we are
craving for. Since we don't really have full control on the final result, we should rather focus on enjoying
the process itself, don't you think? Just keep doing your thing with as much effort you can put in, and
take it easy."

Rufus's hands slid up her to her face. Her face was so bony, that it felt like it was sculpted out of stone.
There was barely any flesh on it. Her smooth skin was long gone, replaced by wrinkles around her
eyes and mouth.

This past year, Cassandra had suffered unbearably. Of course, Rufus was fully aware of it.

His words pushed Cassandra into an even deeper worry.



'He is right. I have been working hard for so many things throughout my life. But have they ever yielded
into great, even good results?

I gave so much to Cloris, but for what? For her to get back at me and humiliate me in public? To throw
paint on my face in front of everyone?

I spared no effort to save my father's company, which was a result of his life's work. And then?
Eventually, it had to be shut down.

I spent all my energy trying to become the best architect in the world, but I had to give up my career for
some reasons.

I wanted to raise myself high and stand by Rufus's side, but the only thing I seem to have any control
on now is my pride. Soon, I wouldn't have anything to be proud of too...' The thoughts kept coming to
her one after the other, making her feel completely miserable.

"Cassandra, I don't need you to become a powerful woman, I know how powerful and tenacious you
are inside. You've tried to succeed a lot. That is more than enough. I do not want you to be burdened
by the thought of succeeding in life anymore. I don't want you to treat yourself miserably. I don't want
you to face unnecessary hardship. I just hope you spend all your days with me in the future, that you
enjoy and appreciate what you have and redefine the idea of success. Sometimes, that is more than
enough. Can you do that?"

He ran his fingers through her hair, before she collapsed into his arms passionately, giving up the last
of will with which she was trying to think things through.

Her head resting on his chest, Cassandra could hear his heartbeat. It was steady, firm and reassuring.
As long as that heart was beating, and was close to her, there was nothing that could hurt her, or harm
her.



"It's been so long since I talked to you like this..."

Rufus said as his lips curled into a smile. He realized how easily and spontaneously he could say
words of love and affection to someone he truly loved. It was a rare feeling. Unveiling his heart to the
woman he loved warmed not only the relationship they shared, but also his own self and personality.

Noticing the joy in his words, Cassandra felt the coldness and darkness in her heart being expelled
away.

"If I fail, will you feed me for the rest of our lives?"

Cassandra probed Rufus. Of course, she wouldn't want to rely on Rufus for a living, but she did feel a
need for some sort of security.

"Sure! In fact, I'll even feed you with my own hands!"

Excited, Rufus hugged her tighter, overwhelmed by euphoria. Her trust meant a lot to him.

He had been waiting to talk to her intimately for so long!

Many men took pride in earning enough money to sustain not just themselves but also the women they
loved. But it was the last thing an independent and proud woman like Cassandra would wish for.

Rufus had always tried hard to fathom what she wanted. He kept reminding Cassandra to pursue
whatever she desired in life. He persuaded himself too that he should never limit her to the
responsibilities of the house, doing the bland chores and serving him without having any aspirations of
her own. But he wasn't sure of himself. He knew deep down, he was still a male chauvinist, which
made him want to keep her at home at all times. He despised this, but it was something that was in his
blood.



Sometimes, he wished she could play cute and remain a docile woman who would rely on him for
everything.

Right now, Cassandra was in the position of becoming that submissive woman that Rufus had dreamed
of, even though it was highly unlikely. Part of him felt overjoyed at the very chance of it.

"Then… Can you lend me the place you bought from Lyndsy? I want to have a studio of my own."

Cassandra thought of the house that they didn't know how to deal with, and somehow an idea started
to emerge in her mind.

"No problem! You have my support in whatever you want to do."

Rufus was elated to hear that.

"Thank you, Rufus. Also, I want to finish this painting now..."


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