Chapter 650 Bad Dream. "Old wound?" Rachel subconsciously glanced at the scar on Alberto's wrist. She didn't know why it felt fresh to her. "Yes. When he was still a child, Mr. Gibson saved a girl. Later, they got separated. When he went to find her, he accidentally slid down a cliff. He grabbed a vine and wrapped it around his wrist to prevent himself from falling. By the time he was rescued, the sharp edge of the vine had cut into his skin and caused a deep wound," the man explained. "Because it wasn't treated immediately, the injury caused a late effect. Whenever it rains and the weather is cold, his wrist hurts. So the scar wasn't a result of a suicide attempt like Rachel initially thought. "L see. " Rachel regarded Alberto thoughtfully. "I didn't expect you to have gone through something like that. If that little girl knew you suffered so much for her, she would surely feel indebted to you. Speaking of such an encounter, Rachel was suddenly reminded of the notebook she saw at Victor's funeral that had inexplicably tugged at her heart. After almost an hour, the Maybach finally arrived at the door of the Bennet family's house. "Sir—" The man tured his head to tell the two in the back that they had arrived, but before he could finish his words, he saw Alberto gesturing him to keep quiet

The man then shifted his gaze to Rachel, who was sleeping,. Even though her clothes were wet from the rain, Rachel felt warm because of the blanket and the heating system inside the car. The ride was steady, silent, and comfortable, so she unconsciously dozed off with her head against the window. Understanding Alberto's gesture, the man returned his gaze to the front and signaled the driver to tum off the engine before they climbed out of the car, carrying umbrellas to wait outside. In the car, Alberto turned to look at Rachel. With her eyes closed, Rachel leaned against the window, her slightly messy hair covering half her face. She seemed to be having a bad dream because her forehead was creased, and her lips were pressed tightly together. Alberto carefully drew the blanket up her body and turned up the heat in the car, warming the cabin despite the pouring rain outside. "van, try it. I roasted it, so it should be delicious. "van, why don't you get on my back so we can move faster? Otherwise, we won't find a way out when it's already dark. Don't worry. I can carry you. "van, why are you so silent? Girls wouldn't like you if you don't talk. " "Van. Rachel slept talk in her dream, which had scenes from her forgotten past. "Run!" Blurting that out, Rachel opened her eyes. ‘The blanket cascaded down her body as she jolted awake. She frantically looked around until she realized where she was. Turning to her side, she saw Alberto reading a book as if he didn't hear her just now

She looked out of the window and finally recognized where they were. "How long was I asleep?" "Not long. " Putting down the book, Alberto glanced at the blanket. "Did you have a bad dream?". Rachel tucked her hair behind her ear, picked up the blanket, and folded it. "Not really. Thank you for the ride. Rachel turned around to open the car door. Without stopping her, Alberto nodded slightly and knocked on the car window. The man and the driver came over with an extra umbrella. The man opened the door for Rachel and handed her the umbrella. "Take this. ” Rachel took the umbrella and climbed out of the car. “Thank you. "You're welcome. ” As soon as the man finished his words, he and the driver got in the car and pulled away, leaving Rachel standing outside her house with an umbrella in her hand. Rachel stared at the retreating car in a daze until she suddenly felt something bulging on the umbrella's handle. Lowering her head to check,. she found Alberto's name carved on it