NovelsBestScared that Rachel would refuse, Carson added, “The doctor said that the blood clot in his brain is still pressing on his nerves.
There’s a huge possibility that it might get worse.
The only thing we could do now is wait for it to heal.
Being too emotional would only make his condition worse.”
“Are you insinuating that we put on a show until he remembers everything?” Rachel asked.
Carson knew very well that hiding it from Victor forever was impossible.
Although he was willing to put on a show, he knew that
Rachel would disagree.
“At least for now,” Carson replied.
For a moment, Rachel did not say a word.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFinally, she broke her silence and asked, “How long are you going to keep it from him?”
“I’LL tell him when I think it’s right for him to know.
But for now,
I’m going to need your help.”
There was a throbbing ache brewing in Rachel’s temples.
She gazed at
Carson, her eyes lingered on him for a moment before she looked away.
“You have eight minutes and thirty-seven seconds to retrieve the reports.”
The countdown was still on.
Carson was rendered speechless.
He was about to leave when he turned around and smiled.
“Rachel, that’s a yes, right?”
“Eight minutes and ten seconds.” Rachel replied as she looked down on the timer on her phone.
She did not give him a direct answer.
In a blink of an eye, Carson disappeared into the hallway.
With her phone in her hand, Rachel walked to the sofa and took a seat.
Carson’s words echoed in her mind.
She put all of her efforts to try and ignore her persistent thoughts but to no avail.
She wanted to believe that it did not mean anything.
Rachel heaved a heavy sigh.
Her thoughts were interrupted by those sound of something falling to the floor.
It cfrom the bedroom.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWithout a second thought, Rachel rushed to the bedroom.
Her eyes were met by the sight of the man in the bed.
Victor was coughing.
It looked as if he was feeling really uncomfortable.
Struggling to help himself up from the bed, Victor tried to bend down and pick up the cup that he accidentally knocked down on the floor.
The water spilled on the side of the bed.
“Rachel…” Victor called out.
His voice sounded hoarse.
His eagerness to move led him to aggravate his wounds.
The piercing pain he felt put a frown on his face.
Picking up the cup from the floor, Rachel asked, “Do you want water?”
Victor’s deep, piercing eyes drifted to her as he answered, “Yes, please.”
It was the first the looked at her this way.
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