Chapter 395 Rufus’s Real Identity (Part Two)

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Now it was clear as day why Clark was raging with hostility when it came to Rufus. They were rivals in business, but most of all, Cassandra was caught dead in the middle of it all. She even had plans to stay close with Clark as an undercover agent for Rufus. If everything Lyndsy said was true, it could mean that he was just using her to bring down Clark in their business competition.

An innumerable number of weird ideas began to float in Cassandra's head, which was giving her a headache.

"Stella, let me bring Cassandra home first. I think we'll both agree that she's not in a condition to be enjoying hotspot right now."

Lyndsy was under so much distress, feeling sorry for Cassandra. When she noticed that Cassandra was completely out of it, she came to the realization that she never should have told her anything about it for her own good.

But Lyndsy's remarks somehow helped Cassandra pull herself together. Resting one hand on the table, she faked out a smile.

"I… I'll be just fine. We shouldn't keep the hotpot waiting. Come on, let's eat."

Cassandra wasn't aware how strong she really was, at least not before being hit so hard.

The truth was that she wasn't in the mood to eat, but she knew she had to snap out of it.

Lyndsy and Stella had some fun light-hearted conversations as they ate the hotpot. They got along quite well after finding out that they shared the same interests. Lyndsy was more than happy to invite Stella over to work in her studio.

Everything appeared to be going along quite well, however, it was actually far from the truth. Cassandra's thoughts had actually drifted into a distant space. She put a spoonful of chopped green onion into her mouth,

When her boyfriend betrayed her, all light and joy was gone from Cherry’s life. Deserted, bereft of hope, she married a man that she had barely met, but she had never expected him to be her ex-boyfriend’s uncle.

Cherry thought that she had finally found her happiness, but she had no idea about the dark secrets that were bound to unfold and haunt her forever...

Clark was apprehensive, scared that she might've discovered something while he was gone.

"Yeah. I've already finished all of it. You still weren't back home yet when I used it all up. I got rid of my sore throat after about ten days."

Cassandra tried her best to keep a straight face. There was no way she could ever let Clark notice that something was amiss.

"If it's alright with you, would it be okay if I ask for more? I actually get fond of its taste."

A soft smile wandered across Cassandra's lips and left just as soon as it came.

"Sure thing. That won't be a problem. I'll go ahead and ask my friend to bring you some more of that next time."

Clark's eyes lit up from what Cassandra just said. After all, it was actually the first time she had ever requested anything from him.

Could this also mean that Cassandra was beginning to open up to him?

At the thought of that, Clark broke into a childish grin and asked her, "I already asked your mother to go to bed. I told her I'd just be the one to wait for you to come home instead. What do you say we go for a walk in the garden to help ease the digestion?"