Chapter 208: Get Remarried


    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.


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    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 toe 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 ced it on top of her eyes. Soon, her mind was quickly


    flooded with the events ofst 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 headnded 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 Be, are you awake?” asked the maid from outside,


    apanied by small knocks. “The breakfast is ready.” Both of them exchanged nces 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 Be?” 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 roomst 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 yboy 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 Be, 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 youst night?” Victor asked, his eyes darkening. Rachel unnoticeably gulped.


    She ced the spoon down and looked at him with a firm expression. “What do you mean? I was so


    tiredst 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 wellst night because of Victor.


    At the same moment, Victor received a call from Ivan saying he needed toe 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.”