Chapter: 1787

After freshening up, Rachel descended to the ground floor. She assumed someone as disciplined as Alberto would have already left for his office.

Yet, when she reached downstairs, she spotted him seated in the living room, engaged in what appeared to be a phone conversation.

As she gazed at Alberto's side face, she couldn't tell if it was the dazzling winter sun or her blurred vision, but something about him seemed strangely familiar.

Her mouth slightly parted, and she had the urge to call out a name subconsciously.

But before she could utter a word, Alberto noticed her presence. He ended the phone call and turned in his wheelchair, controlled by a remote. "You're awake."

"I thought you had already left for work," Rachel replied.

Alberto withdrew his gaze, looked down at his phone, and replied to a message. Then he said, “It's a holiday for us."

"A holiday?"

"The fifteenth of every month is a fixed rest day for everyone in the project," Alberto replied in a low voice. His tone was flat and emotionless.

Rachel had gotten used to the way he spoke, but she still felt he sounded a little strange.

"Oh, I see. So... Have you had lunch?" she asked again.

"Yes. Dewey left food in the kitchen. He kept it warm. If you are hungry, you can eat it," Alberto said slowly as he looked at her. He had finished replying to the message, so he put his phone on his lap.

Rachel was a little surprised. She didn't expect Alberto to leave food for her. "Okay."

She then turned around and walked to the kitchen. But after taking a few steps, she suddenly thought of something. She stopped and turned around.

But she didn't expect that Alberto had been looking at her. She was stunned when their eyes met, and her heart skipped a beat.

She quickly told herself to calm down and said, “I suddenly remember I have to get some daily necessities at home. I came in a hurry that day, so I didn't bring many things with me."

"Do you need Dewey to drive for you?" Alberto asked.

"No need. Just lend me a car."

"Okay," Alberto readily agreed.

"Mr. Gibson, is there anything you need? I can buy it for you." Rachel was a little embarrassed to borrow Alberto's car, so she thought of asking if he needed anything.

Alberto fell silent for a moment. Then, he replied, "None."

"Okay, then." Rachel could tell that he didn't want to talk to her, so she didn't ask any more questions. She turned around and continued walking to the kitchen.

Alberto's eyes darkened as he watched her receding back. No one knew what he was thinking.

The phone on his lap suddenly vibrated, interrupting his thoughts. He picked it up and checked. It was a message from Allen, his younger brother.