NovelAppScared 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.
Finally, 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 Without 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.
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.
Rachel felt an odd feeling in her gut.
"I’m just going to wash your cup.I’ll get you swarm water after."
"Okay."
Surprisingly, Victor was quite amenable.
One could only wonder how it was possible for a person to change so much after losing his memories.
After a moment of contemplation, Rachel tried to regain the composure that she momentarily lost.She turned around and went
into the bathroom with the cup in her hand.
From her peripheral vision, she saw Victor trying to sit up.
As if on cue, she stopped him and said, "Your wounds haven’t healed yet.Don’t move around too much."
Hearing her words, Victor immediately stayed still.
There was a smile on his face as he said, "Alright.I’ll listen to you."
Rachel’s grip tightened around the cup after hearing what he said.
She looked away and said, "Is the bed uncomfortable?"
"A little."
The nurse must have forgotten to readjust his bed after giving him his medicine.
Because of the bed’s position, Victor’s waist couldn’t touch the bed.It was probably what was causing his discomfort.
Rachel put the cup aside and walked to the bed.
With the press of a button, she managed to lower the bed’s inclination.
"How about now? Is this better?" she asked.
"Yes. It’s much better."
With a nod, Rachel took the cup and went back into the bathroom.
A few moments later, she finished washing the cup and poured swater into it for Victor.
Walking to the bed, she said, "Drink this and get srest."
Victor took the cup into his hands and drank.
When he placed it down, the cup was still half full.He leaned against the bed.
Out of the corner of her eye, Rachel glanced at her phone.
Carson had five minutes left.
Taking another glance at Victor, Rachel pursed her lips and said, "Rest well.I’ll be in the living room.Callif you need
She was about to leave when Victor suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Out of impulse, Rachel wanted to take her hand back.
However, she did otherwise.She was reminded of what Carson said earlier that day.
"What’s wrong? Do you need anything else?"
"Are you mad at me, Rachel?" he asked.
"I’m not."
"Why are you being so cold tothen? Are you still upset because I didn’t let you keep a cat?"
There was a look of shock on Rachel’s face as she looked at him.
Before she could say a word, Victor held her hand and tried to pull her next to the bed.
Afraid that she might hurt his wounds, Rachel took the initiative to move closer to him.
"Rachel, you must have misinterpreted what I meant.It’s not that I don’t want you to keep a cat.I was just worried that you would
catch the germs from it since you got it from the streets.I’ve already asked Ivan to take the cat to a vet for examination.It will be
hin a few days," Victor explained gently.
Suddenly, Rachel was reminded of the cat that Victor asked to be thrown out.
It was ridiculous how he thought that they were fighting over a mere cat.
Calmly, Rachel took her hand from his.
"I’m not upset.I’ve already thought about that.I know I shouldn’t keep it.The cat must’ve lived in the streets for quite stime
now.May it would prefer things to be that way.You should ask Ivan to set it free."
"Is that really what you want?"
"Yeah."
There was darkness in Victor’s eyes as he gazed at Rachel.His eyes were staring intently at her but not a word left his lips.
"I really think it would be better off that way," Rachel reassured him.
"Then why don’t you have your wedding ring on?" Victor asked.
Following his line of sight, Rachel’s eyes drifted to her ring finger.
She had never owned a ring.How could she possibly wear one now?
"Ah! The wedding ring.......I lost it," she replied.
Victor’s eyes darkened.
"You lost it?" Rachel sensed the misery in his words.
"Yeah.I’ve been looking for it for days but I can’t find it." Victor stared at her.
He seemed to be lost in his thoughts.
Whenever he looked at her, Rachel felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.
Rachel tried her best to act as if nothing was wrong.She did not want to risk arousing his suspicion.
It was nothing but a pair of rings.She could have just said that she left it at home.
However, Rachel did not want to lie.
Making up more lies to cover up this one would only cause her trouble.
After all, there was never a wedding ring.
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