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.

and then sat on a chair near the

"I'm not sick, and I don't feel anything wrong with

glanced at his muscles and sneered. "What's the point of working out every day? You can't defeat

"I know you're still mad, so I won't take that personally. But there is

if there is, I'll make sure

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.

he had been my only trusted friend for so many years already. If this whole ordeal hadn't happened, he would've been

didn't know if I could trust him

whisper. "When did you start having

the first time

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