Chapter 1325 Almost Lifeless
He turned around and left, waving his hand, and the bodyguard closed the door.
Rachel was startled and quickly walked over to knock on the door, but no matter how hard she knocked, the door remained closed.
"Let me out! Let me out!" Rachel gritted her teeth.
"This is imprisonment, this is illegal!"
No matter how hard she knocked, there was no response.
Rachel had no choice but to give up. She turned around and looked at the bedroom.
Facing the sunlight, it should have been warm and bright, but at this moment, the curtains were drawn, making the room somewhat dim.
The room was very large, over 500 square feet, with a walk-in closet, a bookshelf, and a desk.
On the right side were a sofa and a table.
On a large bed, Elmer was lying there.
Rachel had only glanced at him briefly before, not seeing clearly. Now she walked closer and looked at the man lying on the bed.
He didn't look very old, probably in his early twenties, with his eyes closed, thick eyelashes, a high nose bridge, pale lips, and pale skin.
But his face was very delicate. Such a man, at this moment, looked almost dead.
Rachel reached out and placed her fingers under Elmer's nose.
There was a faint breath.
Rachel breathed a sigh of relief; he was alive.
What illness does Elmer have, that he remains in a coma like this?
Rachel sat down on the sofa. She glanced at her watch, which had no power and couldn't be turned on.
The sunlight in the bedroom was too weak to charge it; she needed to get out first.
But at this moment, she was locked in with a vegetative person.
Rachel was really tired.
This place was much safer than being on the boat before.
She heard this was some small island, North Island?
Rachel had only drunk milk during the two days on the boat. Now she was both sleepy and tired, and she fell asleep.
When she woke up again, it was already the next evening.
Rachel sat up, or more accurately, she was startled awake.
She had a nightmare, dreaming that she was kidnapped and sold to a family as a wife.
She tried to run, but after a few steps, she was caught and married off.
Rachel looked around.
This wasn't a dream; it was real.
Rachel sighed.
Suddenly, she froze, looking at the ash-gray down comforter covering her. She reached out and grabbed it, realizing she was on the bed.
Rachel glanced around. Wasn't this the bedroom of the comatose Elmer?
So this was Elmer's bed?
Rachel quickly sat up and looked at the large bed.
It was empty. Where was Elmer?
Wasn't he a vegetative person?
How did she end up sleeping in this bed?
Rachel felt a chill down her spine.
She walked to the door and pounded on it.
This time, someone outside opened the door.
A servant-like person smiled, "Mrs. Roach, please come downstairs. You must be hungry; the kitchen has prepared dinner for you."
Rachel looked at the person, "Um, where is the person who lives in this bedroom?"
"Mr. Roach, Mr. Roach is also downstairs."
Rachel glanced around and cautiously asked, "What illness does he have? I thought he was a vegetative person."
The servant sighed, "Mr. Roach is very unfortunate. He lost his mother at a young age. He was raised by his father, but Mr. Roach has been ill since birth. It's said to be a genetic disease."
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