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.

eyes and then

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

sneered. "What's the point of working out every day? You can't defeat me no matter how hard

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

no next time," I coldly retorted. "Even if there is, I'll make sure you won't survive to complain about your nose or anything else I'm gonna

awkwardly and didn't say anything else. I simply looked at him as he did so-trying to anticipate what he was going to

I said that I didn't mind and I'd just forgive him. After all, he had been my only trusted friend for so many years already. If this whole ordeal hadn't happened, he would've been my assistant when

now, I didn't know if I could

in an audible whisper. "When did you start

a crush on her the first time I saw her. I didn't know she was your mate at that

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