Chapter: 1172

Victor did not expect what she did.

Before he could even react, Shelia handed him the jar.

"Don't you really want to drink? Even just a little? You should hydrate yourself now that you're sick."

"Thank you," Victor said as he took a sip.

The filtered water from the river felt cold as it flowed down his throat, washing away the smell of blood in his mouth.

Raising her hand to block the sunlight from her line of sight,

Shelia looked around.

"It's not even noon yet. Do you want to close your eyes and rest for a bit?" she asked.

Indeed, Victor was exhausted.

“What about you?" he asked as he put the jar of water down.

"Me? I'll be right here. I'll clean the wolf while I watch over you."

Pointing at the wolf's carcass, Shelia added, "Go get some sleep.

When you wake up, you'd finally be able to enjoy some meat. We can leave when we're no longer hungry."

There was silence in the air as Victor gazed at her.

His eyes that seemed to pierce through her soul made Shelia feel a little uncomfortable. Touching the tip of her nose, she asked,

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

"Nothing. I'm going to sleep for a bit." Victor's voice sounded hoarse.

“Alright. I'll wake you up once I've finished cooking.”

Suddenly, an idea occurred to him. ‘If Norton really sent Shelia to kill me, why hasn't she done anything yet?’

Not too long after closing his eyes, Victor fell into a deep slumber.

The wonderful smell of roasted meat wafted through Victor's nostrils, waking him up.

Slowly, he opened his eyes. His vision was still blurred.

"Shelia," he called out.

As if on cue, Shelia looked back and walked over.

“I was about to wake you up but you already did before I could even come to you."