“Really? So I should just believe what you said?”
Rufus’ lips curved up into a helpless smile.
Then he leaned forward and cupped my face in his hands.
“Crystal, you’re my mate. You have to believe me,” he said in a serious voice that made my heart skip a beat.
When I snapped out of my daze, I realized that my heart was pounding.
“Why do you need to stand so close to me?”
I moved my neck away, wanting to lean back, but Rufus anticipated my move and thwarted me, not allowing me to put some distance between us. I was left with no choice but to abandon my idea of resisting him. I looked directly into his eyes and asked, “If we are mates, why can’t I smell the mate’s scent?”
Then I softly muttered, “Who knows if you are telling the truth or not?”
Rufus gave me a meaningful smile.
“I’m going to ask you the same question. Tell me what’s going on.”
As he spoke, he extended one finger and gently tapped my nose.
With a doting expression, he added, “When it comes to lying, I’m afraid no one holds a candle to you.”
His words unleashed a wave of guilt inside me.
Flustered, I avoided his gaze.
“What do you mean?”
Rufus didn’t answer me directly. He just scoffed.
“You’ve lost your memory right now. I don’t want to argue with you. Let’s do your rehabilitation therapy now.”
Before I could retort, he grabbed my hand and allowed me to walk slowly.
I couldn’t think of any other way to avoid him at the moment, so I decided to focus on my physical recovery.
Crystal’s POV
The out-of-control forces my body had experienced had left lasting damage. I had never expected that one day I would lose movement in my legs. I wanted to walk, but my legs couldn’t handle the strain.
After one round of therapy, I felt like I had run ten kilometers with a heavy load. I hadn’t even felt this exhausted when I’d trained under Leonard. Now, I was almost ready to collapse from fatigue because of the therapy.
I was sweating profusely. Rufus carried me to the sofa.
“Drink some warm water first,” Rufus said, taking a tray from the servant, laden with energy-replenishing snacks and water.
Collapsing against the back of the sofa, I narrowed my eyes and nodded. In reality, I didn’t even have the strength to move my fingers, let alone drink water. Rufus seemed to understand my state and lifted the glass to my mouth.
I lowered my head and sipped the warm water.
After I finished drinking, he produced a tube of ointment from somewhere, telling me that it would relax my muscles and help them recover.
“Just put it on the table. I’ll apply it later,” I said, shifting slightly to settle into a more comfortable position, intending to take a nap and rest a little.
However, Rufus didn’t let me rest. Instead, he lifted me and seated me on his lap like a child.
“I’ll give you a massage. You don’t need to do it yourself.”
I immediately tugged the hem of my trousers down. “No, no, no. I can do it myself.”
“No, I don’t want you to. Let me do it. ” Rufus didn’t allow me to refuse and gently pushed my hands away. There was nothing I could do to stop him, so I had to submit.
I mumbled, “Why can’t you just trust me?”
Rufus didn’t respond. Instead, he applied the ointment to my calves and massaged them with moderate pressure. It was so relaxing that my eyes began to grow heavy.
After a while, he stopped. I thought he was done.
However, he made me lie flat on the sofa and took off my pants before I could react, leaving me in just my underwear.
When I snapped to my senses, I instantly covered myself. My voice was filled with shyness and anger as I demanded, “What are you doing?” What a jerk! I should never have had sex with him!
Just like five years ago, he couldn’t get enough.
However, the situation was different now. I wouldn’t let Rufus succeed, even if he actively seduced me.
“I’m giving you a massage. Why, what’s wrong?” Rufus looked at me with a weird expression, as if wondering what the reason for my objection was. He remained as businesslike as ever, neither sloppy nor lustful.
It seemed that I had overthought things.
I awkwardly coughed, my feet automatically tensing. “Are you done?”
“No. This is necessary,” Rufus replied, his tone leaving no room for argument.
I didn’t know what to say and tried to ignore the feel of his hands.
As he massaged me, my mind began to wander. I recalled what Rufus had just said and sensed that he knew something.
Well, I was lucky that my skills in playing dumb had improved. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have known how to face him.
Suddenly, Rufus lifted me in his arms and started walking in the direction of the bathroom.
“You’re sweating. You’ll be safe from catching a cold once you take a bath.”
I didn’t refuse, since I really was perspiring. I wrapped my arms around Rufus’ neck and asked him to leave the bathroom once he placed me down.
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