Captivation: Want Nothing But You
Chapter 1694

The knocking ceased and was replaced by Alberto’s voice.

“You’re awake? I’ve prepared food for you downstairs.

Eat it if you’re hungry.

Also, Dewey brought more medicine.

You can take it after you had a meal.”

Apart from two bathrobes, the cabinet had nothing else in it.

Rachel pursed her lips.

After a moment of hesitation, she reached out for a bathrobe and responded, “Okay.

Thank you.”

Suddenly, she felt something crawling up on the back of her hand.

The only light source in the room was the bedside light, so everything was dim.

Rachel retracted her hand and froze, only to find a cockroach hurtling up her arm.

It startled her so much that her eyes widened.

She stumbled back several steps in fear and screamed, knocking over the alarm clock on the bedside table.

It fell to the floor with a loud thud.

Alberto had only walked a few steps away from the door when he heard Rachel’s scream, followed by a loud banging sound.

Without a second thought, he pushed the door open and wheeled himself in.

“Rachel!

What happened?”

With a startled look, Rachel ended up sitting on the edge of the bed with her towel almost slipping.

She looked around for the cockroach, but it disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

Worrying about the insect, she didn’t notice the towel around her body slipping down, exposing the top of her chest a little.

When she did, she quickly grabbed the blanket and covered herself with it.

“I’m sorry,” Alberto said, immediately looking away.

Rachel felt like she was poured a bucket of ice in embarrassment.

Before she could say anything, Alberto turned his wheelchair around.

“I’ll just wait for you outside.

If you need anything, tell me.”

“Sure.”

Alberto left the room and gently closed the door behind him.

Rachel let out the breath she had been holding.

She loosened her grip on the blanket and looked at the bathrobes in the cabinet.

She wasn’t a neat freak, but wearing something that the cockroach had possibly crawled over would be disgusting.

However, she couldn’t possibly go downstairs in a towel, could she?

As she weighed her options, her phone buzzed.

Picking it up, she saw a text from Alberto that read, “You had a fever.

Dewey didn’t let anyone bring the clothes you requested into the room to let you rest, and they were in the study.

I’ll be just downstairs if you need anything.”

It was a godsend.

Rachel sighed in relief and hurriedly went to the study to get dressed.

After a few minutes, Rachel descended the stairs in comfortable sportswear.

She found Alberto on the dining table, eating a bowl of porridge.

It was smoking hot and complete with the necessary ingredients but didn’t particularly look appetizing to her.

She looked around and asked, “Did Dewey cook that?”

“He left as soon as he got here.” Alberto glanced at her, not directly answering her question.

“So, it was you?” Rachel asked, realizing what he meant.

Alberto handed her the medicine and glanced at the bowl of porridge in front of her.

Without answering her question, he said, “The food will go cold.”

Rachel couldn’t help but look him in the eye.

Suddenly, the dream she had earlier flashed in her mind, compelling her to ask, “Did you enter my room this afternoon?”