Chapter: 1255

There was always a faint woody scent on Victor's body. It was fresh and pleasant, like a drug to her senses.

Unlike before, Victor was so gentle that she couldn't help but lose herself in his tenderness. She knew he was not completely sober because of the high fever.

‘No. No way! Rachel, what are you thinking?’

Just as Rachel gave up struggling and slowly closed her eyes, she suddenly came to her senses and bit Victor's bottom lip hard. As he frowned in pain, she bent her knee and hit his stomach. Then she quickly pulled her hand back from his loosened grip and pushed him away.

Rachel got up from the bed and left the room without sparing him a glance.

Being hit in the abdomen, Victor coughed in pain as the air went out of his lungs. He lay on his side on the bed, with his hand on his chest. His face was paler than before.

He clearly felt the sharp pain in his abdomen, but he still smiled.

If Rachel turned back then, she would found the man Lying on the bed with his eyes shining brightly. He didn't look like someone with a fever.

Rachel walked down the stairs quickly, her heart still drumming in her chest.

Joey had already woken up and was sitting in the living room. He took a piece of orange and was about to put it in his mouth when he saw Rachel coming down in a panic.

"Mommy, what's wrong?"

Rachel forced herself to calm down.

"Joey, you're awake."

Joey handed the orange to Rachel and nodded.

“Mommy, you don't look too good. Are you feeling unwell?"

"Really?" Rachel sat down and touched her cheek with the back of her hand.

Joey looked at Rachel and blinked his eyes as he searched her face.

“Maybe it's because I missed a step when I was coming downstairs just now. It scared me a little." Rachel smiled and ate the orange.

“When did you wake up?"

“Just now." Joey climbed onto Rachel's lap and nestled in her arms.

“I saw Mr. Jimenez in the kitchen. Mommy, is he going to have dinner with us tonight?"

"Yes, he is." Rachel smoothed the hair on Joey's forehead and apologized.

“I'm sorry, Joey. I was going to cook for you today, but something came up."

"It doesn't matter." Before Rachel could continue, Joey interrupted her.

“I have many chances to eat food cooked by you. Since I can't eat it this time, you can just cook for me next time."