Chapter 1118 Swollen
"I'm just out on the terrace. Holler if you need anything," Bobby said before heading outside.
Rachel had hurt her ankle. She wasn't sleepy but felt exhausted. She lay on the bed, fiddling with her phone, and within half an hour, she was out cold.
Bobby heard something hit the floor inside. He got up and walked over, spotting Rachel's phone on the carpet.
He bent down, picked up her phone, and placed it by her pillow. His eyes drifted to Rachel.
She had rolled over, and the blanket had slipped down. Her loose bathrobe had shifted, showing off her fair, delicate skin.
Bobby's eyes darkened, his Adam's apple bobbing.
He sighed and pulled the blanket back over her. "Rachel, you really don't care about your image."
He sat by the bed, staring at her face. A vision of her driving a sports car, bold and confident with bright red lips, flashed in his mind.
From that very first glance, Bobby had remembered this Rachel.
Rachel had a dream. Someone was chasing her. She couldn't see the person clearly but knew they were bad.
She ran desperately, fell into a trap, hurt her foot, and couldn't run. The bad person was closing in.
But then, someone appeared and scared the bad person away.
It was a blurry dream, and Rachel couldn't see the rescuer's face.
When she woke up, it was past 7 a.m. Being in an unfamiliar place, she hadn't slept well and woke up early.
Rachel sat up, looking at her bathrobe, thinking, 'This is Sunset Villas, not Howard Mansion.'
She wanted to get out of bed, but pain shot through her ankle, making her wince.
Rachel remembered slipping and twisting her ankle while bathing last night.
But now she needed to go to the bathroom. Gritting her teeth, she got out of bed and hobbled to the bathroom.
There was a knock on the door.
'Could it be Bobby? He hasn't left yet?' she wondered, quickly changing her clothes. She called out, "Just a minute."
Even though it was her ankle that was sprained, her hands seemed to be just as uncooperative.
She buttoned her shirt wrong, missing a button.
Rachel walked to the door and opened it, finding Bobby standing there.
He still had a faint smell of last night's alcohol, but it wasn't strong.
Bobby seemed to have just finished a cigarette. He looked at Rachel's outfit and smiled.
Rachel asked, "What are you laughing at?"
Bobby bent down to check her ankle, startling her.
Her ankle looked worse than he thought.
After a night of cold compresses, it hadn't improved. Her whole right foot was swollen.
"I'll take you to the nearest hospital," Bobby said.
"Now?" Rachel asked.
"Do you think your foot can wait?"
"Then wait a minute. I haven't washed up yet."
But Bobby simply scooped her up and headed downstairs.
Rachel protested, "I haven't washed up. I need to wash up. Bobby, let me go!"
Bobby carried her to the car and buckled her in. "Let's get your ankle treated at the hospital first."
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