Chapter 961 Childish Man


    Crystal''s POV:


    Rufus and I walked around the pce and reached the garden.


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    We slowly walked on one path after another. It was almost dusk. The bright re of the setting sun


    was enough to make people dizzy. I was trying toe up with an excuse to leave. However, my


    heart was unwilling to go. I wanted to stay with him for a little while longer.


    While I was lost in my thoughts, Rufus, who had been walking ahead, stopped suddenly and turned


    around. I didn''t notice this and crashed into his chest. I looked up at him in shock and thought


    perhaps something was wrong.


    Rufus looked down at me and said softly, "Aren''t you tired of wearing a mask all the time? No one


    else is around here. You can take it off. I don''t judge people by their appearance."


    "No, I don''t think it''s a good idea. I''m worried my face will scare you." I was so anxious that I put my


    hand over the mask on my face. I was afraid that Rufus would rip it off if I wasn''t vignt.


    Rufus frowned and didn''t push me, but he remained quiet after that.


    It was only when we returned to the pce and I was about to leave that he asked, "Are you


    hungry? Why don''t you have dinner here?"


    "No, thanks. I still have to--"


    My refusal was on the tip of my tongue, but a group of servants suddenly strode in from the dining


    hall. They came from nowhere holding silverware and tters of food in their hands.


    Rufus shot me a smile. Somehow, I could see a hint of smugness in the way his lips curved up.


    Huh, this guy had devised a pretty good n.


    He had instructed the servants to prepare the food earlier and asked me to stay for dinner on


    purpose. His only objective was to see my face under the mask. Why was he so curious?


    I had no choice but to take a seat at the table with him.


    The servantsid the cutlery and the tters of food on the table and left. I folded my arms across


    my chest, pretending to be unmoved.


    "Aren''t you hungry? Just take off your mask and eat something."


    Rufus picked up a fork, speared a bite of food with it, and put it into his mouth to chew.


    I shook my head and answered, "No, thanks. I''m not hungry. My stomach is full."


    "Really?" Rufus chuckled and didn''t say anything more. He enjoyed his meal, pretending that the


    resentment in my eyes never existed.


    In reality, my stomach had been empty for a long time. Although I had some snacks at Flora''s ce


    earlier that afternoon, I had just walked around thisrge pce and the snacks were digested long


    ago.


    As the schnitzel''s aroma wafted toward my nose, my poor empty stomach began to growl.


    I curled my lips and stared at Rufus, trying to make him ufortable while eating.


    Unfortunately, this man was so thick-skinned that he continued his meal as if he could feel nothing.


    I clenched my fists under the table and asked Rufus in a fierce voice, "Why isn''t there a straw on


    this huge dining table?"


    Rufus paused for a moment, his fork hanging mid-air, and then nced at the ss of juice in front


    of me. He instantly understood. He rang a bell on the table, and soon, a servant came in bearing a


    fancy-shaped straw with a small pig on the top.


    I scoffed coldly, took the straw, and tossed it into my juice ss. I inserted one end of the straw into


    the hole in my mask.


    As the delicious icy fruit juice slipped down my throat, I calmed down a little. Then I began to pay


    closer attention to all the dishes on the table, only to realize that they were all my favorite foods.


    One of them was potato and chicken casserole that Rufus didn''t eat before, because he hated the


    taste. But now, he was eating it with relish.


    I pointed at this dish and asked Rufus in a surprised voice, "Don''tyou find the taste strange?" "No."


    As Rufus spoke, he also disyed how to perfectly spear a piece of potato with a fork.


    After swallowing the food in his mouth and taking a sip of water, he said, "I remember that I didn''t


    like potatoes before. I don''t know when this preference of mine changed. It''s weird."


    His frank words made my eyes turn red. Potatoes had always been my favorite food.


    The love of my life had forgotten me, but he seemed to still remember my likings. How absurd!