It was then that Rachel saw the person standing outside the shower. It wasn’t the maid, it was Victor!
“What are you doing…”
Before she could even finish her sentence, Victor grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.
The faint smell of red wine wafted into her nose.
Feeling uncomfortable because of the smell, Rachel struggled to break free from his arms. “Did you
drink?” “I did.”
Victor’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. He wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his jaw on
her shoulder. Then, he soaked in the fragrance of her body. Rachel was always so aromatic, which was
probably the scent of her body wash. And every time she took a shower, the fragrance was even more
aromatic.
Almost instinctively, her body tensed up. Rachel tried to reject him. “What are you trying to pull, Victor?”
“I’m not drunk.” All of a sudden, Victor looked at Rachel’s delicate face. His Adam’s apple was bobbing
up and down repeatedly. “I only drank a little.” 1 Rachel pursed her lips. Right now, he didn’t look as
obnoxious and overbearing as he usually was, and his ears were red. Clearly, he drank more than just
a little.
Rachel caught a glimpse of the clock in the living room and saw that it was already eleven in the
evening She had no idea why he came to her room in the dread of the night, and she wondered when
he would leave. If she were being honest, she’d rather not be alone with him, especially when he was
drunk.
“Victor, I want to rest,” Rachel said in a calm tone, attempting to drive him away. “Okay, I get it.” Even
though he said that, Victor still didn’t budge. Rachel waited for a while, but seeing as he had no
intention of letting her go, she frowned at him and said, “Victor, it’s getting late and I wish to sleep.”
Victor looked into her eyes. As they locked eyes with each other, Rachel’s heart skipped a beat, and
she averted her gaze right away. But when their eyes met, she felt as though he was able to discern
her true emotions. This feeling made her very uncomfortable, and she wanted to stay away from him
even more.
“Let go of me! Can you just go back to your own room and get some rest already?” Rachel exclaimed
before she calmed herself down. Upon hearing this, Victor frowned, tightening his grim on her arm.
“Are you driving me away? I already told you, I’m not drunk. But if you don’t believe me, go ahead,
touch me.”
“Touch you?” Before Rachel could figure out what he meant, Victor lowered his head, took her hand
and placed it on his forehead. She could feel his warmth on her fingertips. After a brief pause, she
heard Victor’s deep, husky voice.
“I’m not burning up, right? Whenever I’m drunk, I get hot. But since I’m not hot, that means I’m not
drunk.” Rachel was rendered speechless. He was practically burning up right now. “Fine, you’re not
drunk. But I still want to rest, so get off me,” Rachel replied, withdrawing her hand.
“No.” Victor’s face turned grim. Rachel was starting to get annoyed that he was being so persistent.
Just when she was about to chastise him, Victor swept her off her feet. Then, he carried her into the
bedroom without even giving her a warning. Instinctively, Rachel wrapped her arms around his neck.
And before she could even get a word in, Victor gently put her on the bed. “What are you planning to
do, Victor?” Rachel became vigilant. She immediately sat upright, ready to get out of bed. Her feet
hadn’t even touched the floor when Victor approached her and pressed her shoulders down, preventing
her from getting up.
Then, he leaned over and held her in his arms, effectively shackling her to the bed. Rachel’s eyes
widened as she tried to push him away. “What are you trying to do to me, Victor? Let go of me!” Her
voice quivered as she thought of how Victor almost forced her into having s*x with him in the car. 1
Upon noticing that she was trembling in his arms, Victor’s heart ached. ‘Is she afraid of me?’ he
wondered.
“Vic…”
“Don’t move.” Victor cut her off and buried his face on her neck. Rachel was feeling tense right now, so
she couldn’t move. It worried her that if she moved again and annoyed him, he would hurt her. After all,
drunk people were prone to irrationality. As Victor embraced her, he slowly closed his eyes. After a long
time, Rachel’s body started to feel numb. Victor was just hugging her and he didn’t do anything else.
The room fell into absolute silence, and all she could hear were the waves outside the window.
“Victor?” Rachel called out his name, wondering if he was still awake. “Victor? Are you asleep?” She
repeatedly called his attention, but he still didn’t response. Seeing that he was unresponsive, she tried
to take his arms off her, and attempted to push him aside. But just as she was pushing him away, he
suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Victor’s eyes opened up and they were locked on her. Rachel was stunned. ‘Did he just wake up? Was
he even asleep in the first place?’ “My arms feel numb. You’re too heavy,” Rachel explained. Victor still
maintained eye contact with her, but he wasn’t saying anything. The following moment, he wrapped his
arms around her waist, turned over, and lay beside her.
In spite of her protests, he still embraced her. Rachel pursed her lips and said, “If you don’t want to go
back to your room, I’ll leave my room to you. I’ll just go sleep in your room, alright?” She’d rather not
argue with this drunk. “No,” Victor responded decisively. “But why?”
Victor tightened his embrace on her as though he feared that she would disappear the next second.
Then, he rested his chin on her head. “Rachel,” he said. His voice sounded different from how he used
to say her name. It wasn’t cold or angry. This time, he sounded affectionate. “I… I’m sorry,” he
muttered. Rachel lowered her gaze and fell silent. “I’m sorry about Abby,” he added. Still, Rachel didn’t
respond.
She just closed her eyes and clenched her fists, trying her best to suppress the surging hatred in her
chest. ‘He’s sorry? Saying sorry is too fucking easy! As if that could bring Abby back! People always
think that they can be forgiven as long as they apologize, and then they can just go on and pretend like
nothing happened. They’re just trying to make themselves feel better, not the ones that they’ve
wronged. I can never forgive him; not for what he did to Abby!
Mere words can’t bring her back.’ Honestly, Rachel wanted to yell at him and say that meant nothing
now! ‘Abby can’t hear you! What has she ever done to you? And why did you get her killed?’ But when
that thought crossed her mind, she suppressed her desire to do it and bit the tip of her tongue.
Soon, the taste of blood spread through her mouth. “I know how much you hate me for what I did,
Rachel,” Victor muttered as though he was speaking to himself. Afterwards, he fell into silence again.
He couldn’t bring himself to look at Rachel when those words came out of his mouth. He was too afraid
to see just how much
she hated him through her eyes. “But, please don’t leave me,” he pleaded.
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