Rufus' POV:

The atmosphere in the corridor was dull. I looked at the small iron door in front of me and went lost in thought for a while. When the cigarette was about to burn out, I signaled the guard beside me to open the iron door.

Blair was wearing a tank top and a pair of gym shorts. He was drinking beer and listening to music while relaxing on a massage chair.

People who didn't know better would have probably thought that he was here for a vacation. Hearing my footsteps, Blair slowly turned to me, pretending to be surprised. "Why are you here?" "You're sick, so I came to see you," I replied, trying my best to keep calm even though my tone was laced with disdain.

Blair put down the beer in his hand, stood up, and looked at me. "Are you still mad?"

Then, he walked up to me and patted my shoulder.

rolled my eyes and then sat on a chair near

don't feel anything wrong with my body. In fact, I work out every day, and

out every day? You can't defeat me no matter how

won't take that personally. But there is one thing

coldly retorted. "Even if there is, I'll make sure you won't survive to complain about your nose

rubbed the bridge of his nose awkwardly and didn't say anything else. I simply looked at him as he did so-trying to anticipate what he was going to do next. I knew he wasn't a person

of the moment he shot me, it would be a lie if I said that I didn't mind and I'd just forgive him. After all, he had been

now, I didn't know if I could

whisper. "When did you start

faded. "I don't know. Maybe I had a crush on her the first time I

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