Chapter: 1823

It wasn't until he felt a slight chill in his shins that he returned to his senses. Rachel began to roll up his trousers. The trousers he wore were intentionally loose to allow him to move more conveniently.

Before Alberto had the time to react, he began to smell a faint fragrance wafting through the air.

Rachel poured the essential oil into her palm and began to gently rub it on his knees.

"You..."

"I happened to learn a few new massage techniques today that are effective at treating leg disease. Although it won't cure you completely, it'll at least help provide you ease and relief from the pain," Rachel explained and raised her head. "I thought of the disease you're currently suffering from and thought we could give it a try."

Alberto locked eyes with her, his gaze growing more passionate upon hearing her words.

His grip tightened on his wheelchair armrest as he felt the warmth from Rachel's palms slowly seep into his knees. He swallowed, making his Adam's apple bob up and down. His voice also grew slightly husky and provocative.

"It's useless," he said, sounding defeated.

"Let's give it a shot, then we'll see if it works or not," Rachel responded.

His jaw clenched tightly, Alberto couldn't help but look at her. He had a strong impulse to hold her tightly in his arms and ask her why she was treating him so well.

His reason told him to calm down and to stay as far away from her as possible. He didn't want to remind her of all the painful things that happened in the past as well as anything that had to do with Victor.

Deep within his heart, his deep care for her was at war with his selfish desire to possess her.

These two different emotions constantly tugged at his heartstrings, causing his entire body to ache.

"Mr. Gibson." Rachel appeared to notice his gaze and raised her eyes to meet his. "Is this alright? Does it hurt?"

After staring at her for a moment, Alberto answered her in a hoarse voice, “I don't feel anything."

Rachel pressed her lips together before responding, "Then I'll apply more pressure. If you feel anything, just tell me.”

"Okay."

Every time Rachel finished massaging one area of his legs, she would roll down his trousers a little to prevent him from catching a cold.

After all, she had just learned this massage technique so she wasn't quite skilled yet and wasn't sure if she made him feel comfortable as she could. She was still a complete beginner.

Remembering the fact that his legs were numb, she felt more relaxed.

But what she didn't know was that he could feel Rachel's strength.

Although she didn't exert so much strength, it felt as though she was gently caressing his heart with a feather.

“Mr. Gibson." Although Rachel wanted to ignore what was going on, she felt the intensity of his gaze on her head so much that she needed to say something to distract herself. "You should close your eyes and relax, enjoy yourself."

Alberto said, "I can't feel anything."