Chapter 454 The Best Gift (Part One)

Cassandra sighed. Rufus was being too persistent, and she knew there was nothing she could do but
give in. He wouldn't change his mind once he had set it on something. "Do you really want to know?
Are you sure about that?"

Cassandra asked, her eyebrows knitted in challenge as she looked up at Rufus who was pinning her
down on the couch.

"Of course. I won't let you go until you tell me," he insisted, mirroring her earlier by raising his eyebrows
himself.

Seeing the stubborn expression on his face, Cassandra took a deep breath, thinking where to begin.

"Get off me first. I can't talk properly like this. I won't escape, I promise. Then I'll tell you everything."

It was hard for her to breath with Rufus lying on top of her, his solid body framing hers. If she was going
to be telling him everything, she had to get him off first. He was already distracting enough from a safe
distance. They were so close that she could almost feel the flutter of his eyelids.

Rufus, damn him, of course knew it. The blush coloring her cheeks as she turned sideward to avoid his
eyes told him more than enough. Deciding to tease her, he moved a bit, holding up the upper side of
his body with both arms and raising his chin a little.

"Here you go. This is more than enough space. Tell me now."

He lifted a hand to her chin and forced her to look at him. "I'm waiting, Cassandra." He grinned
wickedly at her as his eyes twinkled with mischief. With his arms around her, Cassandra was effectively
trapped.

She knew that he would not let her go until her answer satisfied him. This bastard!



"Fine! It was a little boy, my first love …"

But before she could proceed, she was interrupted by Rufus.

"It definitely wasn't a girl," he said, fighting back a chuckle and trying to keep a serious expression.
"Please get to the point. What was his name?"

Rufus narrowed his eyes at her, as if a beast focusing on its prey.

"To be honest, I didn't know his name..."

Cassandra lowered her voice in her embarrassment and Rufus was drawn back in genuine surprise.

"So you held a torch for him and never let him know?" Rufus found himself asking.

He knew she was timid, but he didn't expect that it was to the point of not being able to ask the name of
the boy she was fond of.

"Maybe..."

Cassandra replied vaguely, and Rufus almost could not believe it, but he felt anxiety creep in his chest.

"What did he look like?"

he asked again, wanting to know more. That boy must have been very handsome, otherwise
Cassandra wouldn't have had feelings for him without knowing his name.

"He was the most beautiful boy I've ever seen in my life. I know that 'beautiful' isn't normally used to
describe what a boy looks like, but I can't think of any other fitting word,"

A mist rose from her eyes as she talked, as if she had lost herself in her remembrance.



"He was good-looking, gentle and tall! I hardly reached his chest that time…. Hee Hee!"

A smile found itself on her lips as she spoke. Rufus didn't miss the soft curve of her lips. A myriad of
feelings weighed in his chest as he watched her. It was almost painful. He fixed his eyes on her face,
not even daring to blink for the fear that he would miss any one of her expressions.

It was ridiculous that he, a grown man, would be this jealous over a boy who only resided in her
memory.

"Who looks better? Me or him?" he blurted out, unable to stop himself from asking the nonsensical
question.

He was almost embarrassed after hearing himself say it, but he found himself waiting eagerly for her
answer.

Cassandra's smile grew wider with amusement. He pinched her on her waist when she just looked at
him and did not answer.

"Ouch!" She slapped his hand. "Stop pinching me! You were the one who wanted to know!"

She let out a chuckle. Rufus knew it was ridiculous. It was he who forced the truth out from her, but in
the meantime, he didn't want her to say anything good about her first love. He was contradicting
himself.

"Keep talking…" he said simply, then leaned close to her ears. "Or else …" he whispered, trailing one
of his hands dangerously down her waist, to the spot where he had pinched her earlier.

It had the desired effect.

Cassandra hurried to raise her arms in surrender.



"Alright, alright! I get it. I won't stop until you know everything. So please don't interrupt me again!" she
complained.

Honestly, there was also a part of her that was annoyed because he had cut her off from her fond
remembrance abruptly, but she decided to just let it go and continue.

"You better choose your words carefully. I'm not sure of what I would do if I don't like what I hear,"
Rufus said, in equal parts of humor and threat.

Cassandra huffed again and continued. "He had always looked lovely. But of course, you're better than
him. I was a little girl at that time. People's tastes change over time,"

she explained, not wanting Rufus to freak out again.

Rufus held back a laugh and nodded at her to continue.

"The truth was that I only saw him once, but I had always kept him in my memories through my entire
childhood. My heart would grow tender every time I thought of him. Even now, I feel some sort of
fondness when I remember…"

Her lips curled into a smile once again.

"He gave me a unicorn toy, and it was the very first toy I've ever received in my life. I've kept it for a
long time. I even held it to sleep every night, telling it of everything that happened around me—the
good and the bad. It was my only source of comfort at that time. I remembered the boy every time I
saw the unicorn toy, and I would imagine that it was him listening to my stories, and looking at me with
his warm eyes."

Cassandra finished her story. Her eyelashes fluttered and she turned to Rufus silently, her eyes
meaningful, as she waited for his response.



From above her, Rufus stared at his woman with wide eyes.

"The boy you're talking about…It's me, right?" he asked in a low voice.

His throat was dry, but he managed to pronounce each word clearly.

He couldn't believe his own ears and wondered if he was only imagining what he wanted her to say.

Her warm hand pulled him back to reality. She smiled up at him and said, "Right, it was you. It has
always been, and will always be you and nobody else. I didn't know when it started, but before I knew
it, my feelings have been planted deep and just grown bigger day after day. I was thinking of the boy all
the time. I remembered the warmth from his fingers when he was passing the unicorn to me. Every
time I thought of him, everything seemed a little more hopeful, no matter how desperate I
was."


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