Victor slowly blinked his eyes open. The alcohol kicked in and his vision was blurry, His voice was soft
as if he were talking to himself inside his dream. Rachel was taken aback, and she could feel Victor
holding her tighter than before. He would usually say things in a domineering and arrogant tone. But
this time, it sounded like he was whispering softly, as if almost begging. For a moment, Rachel thought
that it was just her imagination.
But soon, she sneered. Whether it was true or not, it didn’t matter to her anymore. His pleading had no
effect on her. She desperately wished she could kill Victor to avenge Abby’s death. She desperately
wanted to give her justice for everything Abby had gone through. It was ridiculous, but it wasn’t funny.
Seeing that Rachel was still not answering him even after waiting for a long time, Victor’s eyes started
to grow dim. He wanted to apologize to Rachel as soon as she came out of the operating room, but he
didn’t have the courage to do so. He had no idea what was bothering him. Victor wanted to tell her that
she would never be allowed to leave or escape. He liked to think that he could keep her for as long as
he wanted.
He didn’t care even if she’d despise him even more. But there was a lingering fear in his heart. He was
only tipsy, not drunk. The alcohol gave him a small push and now had the guts to come to her room
and finally tell her. Victor’s heart ached seeing how Rachel was keen on driving him away, saying that
she was tired and wanted to get some rest. His heart ached all over and he only felt a little better when
he held her in his arms.
The next day, the first rays of sunlight in the morning fell on the blue sea and reflected through the
window. Rachel frowned, seeing Victor holding her hand tightly. When she opened her eyes, the ray of
sunlight on the window blinded her in an instant.
She instinctively raised her forearm and placed it on top of her eyes. Soon, her mind was quickly
flooded with the events of last night, and she immediately remembered.
After Victor opened up to her, the room fell quiet. Rachel called his name several times, but he never
responded. She tried to get out of his arms but he held her so tight that she couldn’t. She struggled, but
to no avail. She got so tired fighting him off and gradually fell asleep.
Rachel narrowed her eyes, cautiously pulling her hand away from Victor’s grip, preparing to get out of
the bed. All of a sudden, Victor pulled her into his arms. With a gentle force, he flipped her over and
pinned her down on the bed. Rachel’s head landed on the pillow. Her body trembled from the shock.
Victor was still groggy from sleep, but he was slowly regaining consciousness. His eyes were flickering
with desire. “…”
Afraid that he might do something, Rachel softened her tone and slowly opened her mouth to speak
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. “Miss Bennet, are you awake?” asked the maid from outside,
accompanied by small knocks. “The breakfast is ready.” Both of them exchanged glances as the maid
continued to call. Noticing the flustered look on Rachel’s face, Victor lowered his eyes and turned over
the edge of the bed.
Rachel closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. “Miss Bennet?” the maid called outside once
more. The moment she was done speaking, the door finally opened. The smile on the maid’s face froze
when she saw Victor. She nervously swallowed and said, “Mr. Sullivan.” “Morning.” When the maid
looked inside and saw Rachel getting out of the bed, she was too shocked to say anything Did it mean
that Victor had spent the night in Rachel’s room?
When she came out of Rachel’s room last night, she noticed Victor standing outside the door. Ivan
called her right away before she could tell Rachel. He said that Carson was drunk and needed
someone to take care of him. The maid knew who Carson was. He was from the Scott family and
Victor’s best friend. There were rumors about him being a playboy and recklessly spending a fortune
for his dates.
Thinking about this, the maid had high hopes to get close to him and win his favor, so she wouldn’t be
stuck in this kind of job anymore! Without hesitation, the maid followed Ivan to Carson’s room. 1
However, all the things she hoped never happened. She had been caring for him till midnight and had
fallen asleep in the box due to exhaustion.
She didn’t wake up until just now. Did she interrupt Victor and Rachel just now? What if Victor thought
she was a nuisance? The more she thought about it, the jittery she grew. “Mr. Sullivan, I didn’t realize
you were here. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
“You’re in my way,” Victor coldly said. “I’m sorry?” The maid leaned closer, feeling uneasy. She looked
into his cold eyes and realized. “Oh! I apologize, Mr. Sullivan.” She stepped aside right away. Victor
strode out of the bedroom and headed towards the dining room. Rachel estimated the time and
dressed slowly before exiting the bedroom.
She thought Victor had left for good, but it turned out he was still here, sitting at the table and texting on
his phone. The maid brought milk to the table. “Miss Bennet, Mr. Sullivan informed us you has
seasickness and shouldn’t eat oily food in the morning, so he specially asked the chef to make some
light meal for you!” Looking at the meal on the table, Rachel.
pursed her lips and sat down silently. “Last night…” Victor said slow and deeply while staring at her.
Rachel took a mouthful of her creamy soup. “You were drunk,” she replied after hearing him mention
last night.
“Did I say anything to you last night?” Victor asked, his eyes darkening. Rachel unnoticeably gulped.
She placed the spoon down and looked at him with a firm expression. “What do you mean? I was so
tired last night that I didn’t hear anything you said.”
Hearing this, Victor cocked his head, eyes fixed on her face. She looked calm. He couldn’t guess if she
was telling the truth or not. He leaned back and withdrew his gaze. “Never mind.” “Alright.” She nodded
and ate a spoonful of soup. After breakfast, Rachel couldn’t help but doze off again. She wasn’t able to
sleep well last night because of Victor.
At the same moment, Victor received a call from Ivan saying he needed to come right away because
some managers wanted to talk about business with him. “Since you’re seasick, don’t go out too much.
If you have any problems, you can call me or Ivan,” Victor reminded her. “Okay.”
Rachel nodded, caught a glimpse of his coat on the sofa, and grabbed it. “Your coat,”. she said as she
handed it to him. Victor’s eyes clouded as he looked at the coat she was holding. After a moment of
silence, he suddenly called her. “Rachel.” Rachel looked at him. “Let’s get remarried after the cruise
tour.”
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