Sylvia's POV:
"What did you say?" I stared at Rufus in a daze. For a moment, I wondered if I had misheard him.
"I said I just want you by my side," Rufus repeated. His voice was loud and clear. His every word and syllable seemed to mess my mind.
"What... what do you mean? Don't say such misleading things." I lowered my head and didn't dare to look at him again. I trailed my fingers across the gauze on my wrist, not knowing what to say. He had bandaged my wound, leaving a cute bowknot on it. I couldn't help but smile at how adorable it looked.
"Look at me, Sylvia." Rufus hooked his finger under my chin and lifted my face, making me look at him. "I like you." I could see the passion burning in his eyes.
My mouth popped open in shock. His sudden confession startled me. Countless fireworks seemed to explode in my mind.
"I know how terrified you'd be to hear this, but I still want to tell you what I honestly feel about you. I'm afraid that if I don't openly admit my feelings, you might leave me for good." Rufus sounded a little aggrieved; the eagerness in his eyes softened my heart.
"Well, then tell me," I said in a hoarse voice. My heart was racing in my chest. It felt as if my soul were floating in the air. I was flying in the clouds.
"I know what you are worried about. I don't care about social status or other problems. Nothing can stop me from liking you. If you really care that much, know that I was destined to fall in love with you. I can't escape from my fate and I don't want to," Rufus said firmly, gently smoothing my brows with his fingers.
"But I'm just a slave." A lump formed in my throat as I stifled my sobs. Not even in my dreams did I think the man I had a crush on would reciprocate my feelings one day. It felt surreal. The secular vision always overpowers sentimental affections. The cold and ruthless hierarchy would never let anyone break the convention. And that was the source of my fear.
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