A Graduation Gift

Cold sweats trickled down the man's forehead. Driven by his wild emotions, he was raging with extreme sexual urges. He was puzzled, however. When looking down, he saw a pen positioned awkwardly on the floor.

Picking up the pen, he examined it and scrutinized the tiny black object equipped with it. The device was not new to him; it was not an ordinary pen.

It was a pinhole camera!

Rufus was right all along. Someone was putting Cassandra under surveillance and wanted to deliberately frame her up.

With several quick steps, he strode to the water dispenser in the corner of the room. He effortlessly lifted the barrel of water with both hands.

Hesitant at first, he frowned and then poured the water directly onto Cassandra's body, soaking her head to foot. Rufus took no pleasure in doing that, but he had to do so.

The sudden chill made Cassandra instantly open her eyes. But before she could respond, Rufus splashed the cold water onto her again.

Once, twice, three times, he repeatedly splattered her with water. He didn't stop until the barrel was emptied.

Rufus stood beside the table, holding an empty barrel in one hand. Cassandra, lying in the middle of the table, had been soaked to the skin. The drops of water dripped down the corner of the table and flooded the office.

Cassandra turned as pale as death, spitting water out of her mouth. The cold water brought her to her senses, but she was too weak to exert herself.

"Are you all right? Have you sobered up?"

Rufus asked as he felt sorry for the embarrassment he caused the frail lady. He stretched out his hand and gently tucked her long falling hair behind her ear.

Cassandra opened her eyes weakly, but fatigue totally shut her eyes down before she could catch sight of the man's face.

When she woke up again, Cassandra found herself lying in a bed. The blank ceiling greeted her eyes. As she was trying hard to open her sleepy eyes, Horace's face came into view.

"Where am I?" Cassandra asked with a feeble voice.

throbbing with pain.

the office and sent you to the hospital in time. Cassandra, you are

Cassandra draw a serious expression. She slowly got herself up and leaned against the bed, her eyes searched

dismay, she was alone with

back blankly as if in a trance. The picture of last night flashed back to her mind. She remembered clearly how Rufus splashed the cold water onto her.

"Hey Cassandra, wake up!"

memories of last night crowded her mind. She was a bit

that cup of coffee!' she thought.

wrong? Are you all

a tinged voice full of worry, seeing that

reality. She blinked her eyes and spoke with a deep nasal voice - she had a cold.

did you

uncontrollably. Horace hurried forward to give her back a

also came. He's going through the paper works outside," Horace replied. "Look, Cassandra, I advise that you don't work so hard after this. If your family knows about this, they might think that

his daughter-in-law very much. On her first day of work, Cassandra passed out in her office

promise I won't overwork again.

didn't bother to ask about what happened last night, because it had already flashed back to her memory. She didn't know how Rufus managed to solve everything, but

the door was pushed open. She lifted her eyes reflexively and looked in the door's direction. Rufus came in with a wry smile on his

I have to go. Rufus will send you home after you feel better. Luckily, it's just a minor

watch and bade

worry, dad. I'll

Rufus and Cassandra were deafened by the silence of

your fever been

with worry. He

suddenly mounted - she had a fever as the result of the coupled

palm touched Cassandra's slightly cool forehead. Her head was kept low, and her cheeks were even more