Chapter: 1247

Then, he hung up the phone.

Carson could only stomp his feet in frustration. He wasn't able to tell Victor what was on his mind.

"Mr. Scott, what did Mr. Sullivan say?" asked Ivan tentatively.

Carson showed Ivan his phone on which the screen showed that Victor had already hung up.

"You want to know what Victor told me? He said that he'd rather die in Rachel's home." Carson angrily put his phone back in his pocket and threw his coat on the chair.

"Mr. Scott..." Ivan could tell that what Carson said was not the truth. He knew that Carson was just angry with Victor. From what he knew of Victor, he knew what Victor would say without asking.

"Don't worry. He won't die." Carson knew what Ivan was worried about.

"Look, Rachel doesn't want to be with Victor anymore. But for the sake of his life, she won't be cruel to leave him."

Carson looked at the rain outside the French windows.

He didn't know if it was good for the two people to keep on pestering each other Like this.

In the Bennet family's residence

When Roger walked into the kitchen, Rachel was carefully washing vegetables, oblivious of who was coming behind her.

Lila, who had taken a plate from the cupboard and was about to put something in it, saw Roger. She was about to call out to him, but he signaled for her to be quiet with his index finger on his lips. Then, he pointed to Rachel's back.

Lila got the message. With a smile, she nodded and turned around to leave the kitchen so as to give them some privacy.

"Lila, help me get a basket," Rachel called out.

In no time, a basket was handed to her and Rachel took it while saying thank you. Roger lowered his gaze to Rachel's side face, the corners of his lips curled up in a soft smile.

In this way, he had been helping Rachel out.

ALL the food was ready to be cooked. Looking at the time, Rachel thought it might be a little early to start cooking now. After thinking about it, she thought to wash some fruits and take them out, and then wake Joey up.

Thinking of this, she turned around, unaware someone was behind her.

She bumped into his chest.

"Ouch!" Rachel sucked in her breath and staggered backwards. Seeing this, the man quickly held her arm.

Only then did Rachel realize that it wasn't Lila holding her, but a man. Her eyes traced the hand and looked up to see who was in front of her. She was slightly surprised, her mouth slightly agape.

"Roger?"

"It's me." Roger freed his other hand to touch Rachel's forehead.

"Did I scare you? I'm sorry. I didn't think you were going to suddenly turn around. Does it hurt?"