Chapter: 1695

Alberto's hand on the spoon jolted subtly at the question.

Fortunately, Rachel didn't notice it.

Taking another sip of the porridge, he asked in composed tone, “Why do you ask?"

His calm demeanor made Rachel doubt her hunch. She was probably just overthinking it.

Sitting down, she shook her head and took back her words.

"Nothing."

I felt someone enter the room while I was sleeping, but it must be just a dream. An illusion or something."

Alberto didn't reply.

Rachel tasted the porridge. It had a slightly sweet taste from the corn, which she liked because it eased the bitterness in her mouth caused by the fever.

“Sorry, it was probably just a dream," Rachel explained.

“Anyway, the porridge is surprisingly delicious."

Alberto looked up at her.

"If you like it, there's more in the kitchen."

Rachel nodded with a smile.

After finishing his food, Alberto glanced at Rachel. His gaze then fell on the red mark on the back of her hand.

She must have gotten it when she bumped against the edge of the bed earlier.

It didn't hurt that bad, which was why Rachel didn't notice it.

Alberto's expression hardened.

Sensing his gaze on her, Rachel raised her head.

“Is there something you want to say?"

Alberto pressed his lips into a thin line. His jaw clenched as he asked stiffly, "Does it hurt?"

Rachel's brows knitted at his question. She followed his gaze and looked down at her hand, where she found a slight abrasion. It had already turned red but wasn't a cause of worry.

With a nonchalant smile, she said, "No, it's just a scrape. It'll heal soon.”

Alberto's furrowed brow didn't ease at her words, but he didn't show an overly concerned expression either. He cleared his throat and explained, "This villa wasn't occupied for a long time. It was only cleaned recently. However, since it's in a secluded area and surrounded by trees, insects sneak inside once in a while."