Chapter: 1244
When Rachel spoke to Victor, her tone was much more distant than when she spoke to Roger.
Rachel turned around and was going to leave after saying that. Out of nowhere, Victor sprang to his feet and seized her wrist. His fingers were numb.
"Rachel... Are you in love with him?"
Rachel turned her head to look at Victor but for a brief moment only.
"It may not be convenient for you to go upstairs because of your wounds. But you can use the small washroom over there so you can change your clothes and take a shower after Roger comes out,” Rachel said in a bland tone as if she hadn't heard Victor's question.
Victor held the clothes tighter. His eyes darkened.
“I'm fine," he said, his voice taut.
“I can go upstairs and change my clothes."
“Okay," Rachel replied frostily.
“I'll go now and see if Lila needs my help."
“Are you inviting Roger to stay for dinner?" Victor couldn't help but ask.
“Yes, I am. Didn't you hear my invitation?"
Victor noticed that Rachel had this habit of frowning when something displeased or annoyed her. He raised his hand instinctively. He wanted to smoothen the frown lines between her eyebrows.
Rachel saw Victor's raise hand, and she turned her head away from him.
Victor pulled back his hand but not before his cold fingertips touched Rachel's face. Looking forlorn at her, he said, "I'm hungry, too."
"Carson just texted. He should be here soon," Rachel said as she stepped backward to keep a distance from Victor.
"If you are hungry,
I'll ask Lila to make some rice paste for you so you can eat some.
When you get back to the hospital, you can eat some more."
“I'm not going back to the hospital." His eyebrows drawn together,
Victor asked, “Rachel, are you still mad at me?"
Rachel just shook her head.
“Then why would you want to live here? Why not in our home? Why are you driving me away?" The hurt in Victor's voice was discernible.
“Rachel, I am jealous."
Rachel was dumbstruck for a moment. She didn't expect to hear the word "jealous" from Victor, and he was pertaining to himself.