Chapter: 1173

Victor's eyes shifted to the piece of roasted meat in her hand.

"You

Before he could even finish his words, Shelia handed him the piece of meat and said, "I roasted the meat. Give it a try. I marinated it with some fruit juice. It should taste good."

Her face was flushed and covered with sweat because of the heat from the fire.

Taking the piece of roasted meat into his hand, Victor took a bite.

It tasted quite off and was still a bit undercooked.

"What do you think?" Shelia asked.

For a moment, Victor was silent. His eyes drifted to the cut on her hand. Instead of answering her question, he asked, "What happened to your hand?"

"Oh.I cut myself while I was chopping the meat," Shelia answered as she looked at the wound on her hand. She didn't seem to care about it at all. Again, she asked, "How is it? Am I a good cook?"

There was a hint of expectation in her voice. Victor could not bring himself to tell her the truth.

"It is delicious," he lied.

"That's great! I was afraid you wouldn't like it." Heaving a sigh of relief, Shelia continued, "I'll cook some more for you!"

After having some sleep, Victor felt a little invigorated.

He stood up and sat next to Shelia. There was a bonfire right in front of them. She used a dart to poke some holes into the meat and then used a branch as a skewer before roasting it over the fire.

“Van, you didn't get lost, did you?" Shelia asked out of the blue.

Victor was taken by surprise.

“While you were asleep, I wanted to do something about your fever.

I accidentally saw the wounds on your body. Initially, I thought that your injuries were from your encounter with the wolves. Later on, I realized that they weren't. You were beaten up. Plus, you didn't want to drink the water I gave you." Shelia turned around.

"Van, are your enemies hunting you down? You were worried that I was going to poison you so you didn't drink the water, right?"

Victor looked intently into her eyes. One of his hands was behind his back, gripping on the knife he had hidden. With the gentle press of his thumb, the tip of the knife popped out.

Shelia didn't notice what was going on at all. She wiped off the sweat collecting on her forehead in a casual manner, flipped the meat over, and went on to roast it.

"But if you really don't want to tell me, then forget about it. I was just being a little curious."

Narrowing his eyes at her, Victor said nothing, and silently retracted the knife he was hiding behind his back.

He had a feeling that Shelia didn't mean him any harm.

Shelia crushed some fruits and poured the juice over the meat.