Chapter: 964

He thought that as long as he could control himself, the drug would lose its effect soon. But he was wrong. He had underestimated Susan.

He then heard footsteps from behind, fading until the sound disappeared. Rachel was gone.

Victor reached for the glass of iced water on the table and drank it.

This could help keep his mind clear. Then, he leaned back and closed his eyes, thinking of Rachel's face.

"Give me your hand." said a familiar voice.

Victor opened his eyes and saw Rachel standing in front of him.

Smiling a lop-sided smile, he said softly, “Am I having an illusion?"

His voice was barely audible that Rachel didn't quite hear what he said. ‘Has he lost too much blood?' she thought.

"Victor?" Rachel said hesitatingly.

Victor didn't reply. He thought that it must be the drug making him see things. He thought that the illusion was so vivid that he felt good about it.

The look on his face was inscrutable but Rachel thought he was going to faint. Rachel frowned. She then put a hand to his forehead to check for a fever.

Feeling Rachel's cool hand, Victor grabbed her wrist.

"Rachel?" he said tentatively.

Rachel pulled her hand from his and said in a cold voice, "Since you are conscious, give me your hand."

"I thought you left?" Victor was thinking clearer now that he could still feel the warmth of Rachel's hand.

Rachel put the medicine box on the table beside the sofa. She opened it and took out some cotton swabs and iodine. All this while, she didn't say a word. Victor realized she had gone looking for the medicine box so she could clean his wounds.

Victor felt his heart skip a beat.

Rachel dipped a cotton swab into the iodine bottle and then said,

“Give me your hand."

Victor held out his hand, looking at Rachel intently.

The sofa was slightly higher than the coffee table, so Rachel had to sit at the edge to take a look at his wound. She held Victor's hand and examined the abrasion on the back of it. She used great force when she cut the back of his hand, so the wound was deep.

She lowered her gaze and wiped the blood off with a cotton swab.

“It's going to hurt," Rachel said.

She wanted Victor to brace himself at least. She then proceeded to pour one cap of antiseptic straight over his hand. When the solution came into contact with the wound, Rachel's eye twitched as if she was the one in pain. She instinctively looked up at Victor, only to find that he was looking stoic. He didn't even blink once, as if he couldn't feel the pain at all.

If Rachel hadn't experienced the pain when the antiseptic was flowing over her wound, she would have wondered if it didn't hurt at all.