Chapter: 1262

If anything, she just wanted to stay out of any more trouble.

Rachel kept arguing with herself. Victor was lying on his side, so his back was facing Rachel. At the same time, the quilt was a little heavy, so she was having quite a hard time putting it all over

Victor's body.

She had no choice but to get on the bed, bend down, and get close to him.

When she got very close to Victor, Rachel could feel the warmth of his body.

After a while, Rachel was finally able to properly tuck Victor in.

She was about to stand up and leave, but to her surprise, a big hand lightly grabbed her wrist. Victor, who was still out cold, uttered weakly, “I'm sorry."

Rachel tried to break free from Victor's hold, but she stopped to look at him.

Victor wasn't really awake. He must be dreaming, and was saying sorry to her in his dream.

Early the next day

The sky was its bluest blue like it didn't rain heavily the previous day. The sun was bright, but was cozy when its rays fell on the skin.

Knock, knock, knock.

It was Lily on the other side of the door.

"Mr. Sullivan, are you awake? Is it convenient for me to come in?"

Rachel was awakened by Lilia's voice.

She slowly opened her eyes. The sun had already peered through the windows and her eyes were adapting to the light. She was a bit disoriented as she looked around her.

She tried to raise her hand to rub her throbbing temples but she couldn't move her hand.

What had happened the previous night was slowly coming back to her.

She was in the guest room where Victor slept.

She remembered that when she was about to leave the room, Victor grabbed her hand. Holding her tightly so that she couldn't pull away from him, he said sorry to her. She thought that he was having a nightmare. If she pulled her hand from his grasp, she was afraid that he would wake up.

She clearly remembered how she fed Victor medicine. She didn't want to stay until he woke up. She didn't want him to remember how she fed him medicine. Explaining why she did it would be troublesome.

Rachel sat by the bed and let Victor hold her hand.

She thought that she could take her hand back and leave the room when Victor was deeply asleep.

But she fell asleep with her head against the headboard.

While Rachel was recalling last night's event, she looked at her wrist which was still being held by Victor. Pursing her lips, she slowly wriggled her wrist free.