Chapter: 1687

"Odin isn't familiar with you. After you disguise yourself, he only thinks you look familiar but doesn't link you with Rachel," Alberto explained.

“But you can't hide your identity for long. It's only a matter of time before he will recognize you."

Distancing her from Odin was the best move to protect her identity.

Rachel knew this too, but didn't take it too seriously before because she expected the cooperation to be short. And she didn't think Odin would pay much attention to her.

But it wasn't the case now.

Odin seemed to have taken interest on her in a personal level. He didn't only see her as a business partner but also a possible lover.

If he became insistent and pursued her, it would be tough to shut him off. If she weren't careful, he would eventually discover her secret, which she mustn't allow.

What surprised Rachel, though, was Alberto's foresight to her concern.

She didn't expect him to be so considerate.

With a brief smile, she said, "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Gibson."

"Thank you is not enough for me." Alberto pressed his lips together.

Rachel knitted her brows at that.

“The noodles you made me last time were tasty."

Understanding what Alberto meant, Rachel relaxed her brows, and a small smile escaped her lips.

"I can cook noodles for lunch later.

Though, I'm not sure if you have the ingredients in your kitchen ready."

"There should be stuff in the fridge you can use. If you need something else, you can call Dewey to buy them for you."

Alberto's expression eased after she agreed to cook for him. Although he wasn't smiling, she could tell he was relaxed compared to just a few seconds ago.

"But you can do the cooking later. You should rest first," Alberto said, noticing her tiredness from the trip. He turned around and wheeled himself out of her room after that.

Rachel watched him leave until he got in the elevator. She looked down at the files in her arms with indescribable emotions stirring in her heart.

But the confusion didn't last long as the throbbing of her head snapped her out of her daze.

She closed the door, placed the files on the bedside table, and lay on the bed, fast asleep.

When Rachel woke up, it was already past one in the afternoon.

But the fogginess of her head didn't go away. Instead, it seemed to have worsened. Her throat felt drier as well.