Chapter: 1824

Rachel looked up at him without saying anything, but there was obvious helplessness in her eyes.

When their eyes met, Alberto swallowed and said in a low voice, “Okay.”

Then, he closed his eyes. His burning eyes finally disappeared.

Rachel breathed a long sigh of relief and continued to massage his legs. Using whatever she remembered regarding the massage techniques she just learned, she followed the instructions step by step.

Without warning, she firmly pressed her thumb on a particular area.

Rosa once shared with her that this particular area could help stimulate circulation in the leg.

Once she pressed on it, Alberto was caught off guard and winced from the sudden, excruciating pain. He retracted his leg before he had time to think.

His resistance caused Rachel to look up at him in shock. “Mr. Gibson?

Do you feel anything?"

“Yes, a little," Alberto answered, doing his best to endure the discomfort.

Rachel's face relaxed once more. "Then that means the massage is working. At least you can feel something in your legs again, right?"

Alberto looked at her and remained silent. If he said he didn't feel anything and proposed it was simply a result of classical conditioning, would she think the massage was useless and she'd stop giving him a massage?

"Yes, it's working." At that moment, he chose to be a selfish man.

"It appears I'll need to keep massaging your legs. But since I'm still a beginner, I didn't do it well. If it works, I'll tell my friend to look for a masseuse who can do this for you much better,"

Rachel shared, continuing to massage him.

“That won't be necessary," Alberto refused in a cold tone.

Rachel was confused. "Didn't you just say it works?"

Alberto then bent down and began to roll down his trousers. "I don't like others touching my legs."

At that moment, Rachel realized that although it was no secret that Alberto had a hard time moving around, he didn't want others to stare at his legs because of his pride.

She could understand what Alberto was feeling.

“But this method is useful. If we continue with it, it may cure your legs. Don't you want to return to how things were?" Rachel advised him.

"I'm fine with my current situation if you're not the one doing it," he replied.

Rachel found herself at a loss for words.

Nonchalantly rolling down the cuff of his trousers on the opposite leg, Alberto said, "I'm beat. If you want to leave, be my guest. I'm good alone.”