Chapter: 1201

Victor looked at the table beside the bed and said in a hoarse voice,

"Rachel, can you get me some?"

Rachel nodded lightly and picked up the cup on the bedside table.

However, when her fingertips touched the cup, she felt that the water had already turned cold. So, she took the opportunity to withdraw her hand again.

“I'll get you another glass of warm water. This one has already gone cold."

However, Victor just looked at her. It was clear from the look in his eyes that he didn't intend to let her go of her hand.

At this point, Rachel became a little impatient. She couldn't figure out what was wrong with him, and was acting like a child. But she also remembered that he had just woken up, so she didn't really want to irritate him. Therefore, she breathed deeply and calmed herself down.

“Let go of me for a while. I will just get you a glass of warm water."

"It's okay. I can drink the cold water instead." Apparently, he didn't really care about the water. At the same time, he glanced at

Roger from the corner of his eye.

But what he found out was that Roger was also looking back at him.

To be exact, Roger's eyes were fixed at his hand, which tightly held

Rachel's.

“What are you saying? You've been in a coma for more than half a month, and you haven't eaten anything in that time. Your stomach is still weak. Drinking cold water will do you mo good." Rachel continued in low voice, "At least not for now."

Hearing her sensible words, Victor had no choice but to reluctantly let go of her hand.

Then, as soon as he let go of her, Rachel turned around to get that glass of warm water. After a few moments, she went back to Victor again and handed the glass to him. As he slowly drank the water, she put her hand behind her back so that Victor would not be able to grab her hand this time.

Sitting in the wheelchair, Joey witnessed the interaction between his parents. Somehow, he also felt like Victor wasn't acting like his usual self.

It was as if Victor was acting like a spoiled child in front of

Rachel.

Joey wasn't just imagining things. He knew what he saw.

Joey raised an eyebrow, slightly amused that his father actually had this hidden side.

As he pondered on this thought, he didn't know how he should react.

Although it was indeed surprising, he realized that it wasn't something bad.

In fact, he thought that he actually liked to see this side of him.

Then, Joey's grasp on his wheelchair tightened. He remembered what