Chapter 138 Is He Assembling The Crib Downstairs in the living room, Lukas had found the toolbox and was on his way to take it upstairs to Rachel when he saw Victor walking in. âMr. Sullivan?â He was a little shocked. He had thought that Victor had gone to the company a while ago. Why was he back so soon? âI left a document in the study. I came back to get it,â Victor said when he saw the look on Lukasâs face. His eyes were on the toolbox in the other manâs hand. Fetching a document?
It had to be extremely important then, or else Victor wouldnât need to come back in person to get it.
Lukas was confused. âDo you need me to go upstairs and get it for you, Mr. Sullivan?â âNo, itâs okay. I will get it myself,â Victor answered casually before he asked, âWhat are those tools for?â âMiss Bennet asked for them.â After thinking for a while, Lukas added, âAfter you left today, a delivery man from the baby products store brought the things you and Miss Bennet bought yesterday.
Miss Bennet is decorating the babyâs room as we speak.â Victor kept the surprise he felt at the words to himself. His eyes seemed to darken instead, but he said nothing. âMr. Sullivan, if that is all, Iâll go bring this toolbox to Miss Bennet then,â Lukas said respectfully. âGive it to me.â Victor held out his hand suddenly. Lukas paused for a moment, not sure what was happening. Before he could react, he heard Victor say, âI will pass by the room anyway.â
Meanwhile, in the babyâs room, Rachel was waiting for Lukas to bring the toolbox. She didnât know what was happening downstairs. After placing all the parts in order, she sat on the floor and carefully read the steps of assembling the crib in the manual that came with it. Suddenly, footsteps came from behind her. With all her attention directed to the manual, Rachel didnât notice that the footsteps werenât Lukasâs.
She picked up the planks she had put in the wrong positions and placed them right.
âThat should be it.â She took another look at the manual. Without turning her head, Rachel reached out to the person behind her and said, âLukas, give me the hammer.â. Victorâs hand clenched around the toolbox handle as his dark eyes reflected her figure. She wore a low ponytail. A few strands of hair had escaped and were blocking her eyes. There was sweat on her forehead. Probably because of more than an hourâs work of decoration. Her skin was fair, and there was a faint flush on her cheeks, making her look like a peach When his eyes fell on her lips, the scene of him kissing her the previous night flashed in his mind. It made him feel a bit hot and bothered. This kind of feeling stirred up an urge in him. He wanted to kiss her. Just like the day before, he wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss her to oblivion. âLukas?â Rachel had waited for a while but still didnât get the hammer she wanted. It felt strange. Her voice brought him back to his senses. He had almost lost control in front of her again, and this time he had almost given in to what his impulse was driving him to. Victorâs eyes quickly moved from her lips to her slender wrist, as panic set in. On her wrist was a thin layer of gauze, the red mark on the skin under it could be faintly seen.
Could she really use a hammer with her injured hand? âIs this what you meant by you can handle it yourself?â His eyes stared at her the gauze before they moved to her eyes. Rachel was stunned. She turned around and was caught off guard as her eyes met his. What was going on? Where had Lukas gone to? And most importantly, why was Victor there? He had already gone to the company, hadnât he?
Subconsciously, Rachel took a step back to keep a safe distance from him. She didnât try to hide it. When he saw this, Victor was even more irritated. âRachel, if you were planning on losing your right hand for good, you could have just said so. I would have helped you.â Rachel couldnât find a good reply to his snarky words.
3 What was his problem this time? Her good mood had been unfortunately interrupted by him, again.
Rachel was about to blurt out a sarcastic comment of her own, but when she remembered her plan to sneak out the next day, she couldnât make any trouble now. âIâll be careful.
And Iâm left-handed. I can just use my left hand.â It was rare for her to speak in a gentle tone to him. It even felt strange. âEven if I get hurt, it will be my own problems. I wonât blame you or anything.â Victor frowned. Did she think that he said that because he was afraid she would blame him? Was that the kind of person she thought he was?
âWhat are you doing?â Somehow, Victor was confused, and he didnât want to continue that topic. ââ¦â¦â
Seeing that he wasnât about to give her the toolbox anytime soon and she really wanted to build this crib for the baby, Rachel swallowed her frustrations and answered him patiently, âItâs a crib. See? This is the manual.â As she spoke, she handed over the pamphlet to him, thinking that he wouldnât read it anyway.
She was about to take it back.
However, he took it from her. Victor read it, âDid we buy this yesterday?â Rachel was speechless. Was that supposed to be a question? âYeah.â Rachel lowered her eyes to hide her eye roll before she explained, âI planned to assemble the crib first and then do the decorations. Besides, itâs not that difficult and I donât have anything else to do anyway. Itâs just to kill time.â Victor looked at her as she was explaining to him.
âNow, can you give me the toolbox?â Rachel couldnât figure out what he was thinking, nor did she know whether he believed her or not. So she asked tentatively. Anyway, she had explained it as he told her to.
Whether he believed it or not, it was not her business. She had gotten used to him not believing in her anyway. If he believed her, then she could make the crib and be done with the conversation. Though she didnât think he would make it that easy for her.
âNo,â he said. Rachel was shocked at his bluntness. She knew it. âFine, then Iâll do it after my hand recovers.â Taking a deep breath, Rachel forced on a smile and was about to leave. âWhere are you going?â Seeing her turn around, Victor stopped her. With her back to him, Rachel stopped and curled her lips.
How was she supposed to deal with him? âIâm going back to my room to wait for my hand to recover, of course. âDid I say that you can go back to your room?â âWhat?
I canât go anywhere else, and I donât have anything to do here. What am I supposed to do?â Rachel looked down at her wrist and said crossly. If she looked at the man before her, her well-cultivated composure would be lost. Victorâs eyes almost turned to slits. He put down the toolbox, unbuttoned his cuffs, and rolled up his sleeves. âCome and help me.â Help him? With what exactly?
Rachel was stunned when she heard some noise behind her. Could it be⦠She turned around and found him on one knee a few steps away, fiddling with the planks on the ground. The manual was thrown on the edge of the toolbox Rachel stared at the scene in front of her. Maybe it was the sunshine from outside that was making her see things, or maybe she was just exhausted.
âIs heâ¦
Is he assembling the crib?â