Captivation: Want Nothing But You

Captivation Want Nothing But You Chapter 116 by Adolf Dunne

The elevator door slid open on the third floor of the Department of Gynecology building Victor and Clara stepped out. Clara glanced up at his profile, studying his strong jaw, pursed lips and cold eyes. He looked intimidating. And when he spoke, he was even more so. Looking at him now, Clara thought back to what Rachel had said to her on the balcony.

Clara hadn’t known Rachel for very long, but she could already tell that Rachel was a woman who valued freedom. She wasn’t the type of person who coped well with being kept captive. But Victor was someone who enjoyed control. He wanted everything to be under his rule, and never allowed anything, or anyone, to operate outside his idea of a perfect plan. 1 Victor and Rachel were two different people from different worlds. They had nothing in common.

Yet somehow, they’d still gotten married. Rachel had never been part of Victor’s plan. Marrying her had certainly been very far out of bounds for him. Maybe that was why he hated her so much. Maybe that was why he was willing to risk his family’s reputation to humiliate her.

And now this…

Rachel was pregnant with his child. There were many woman in society who were better than she was. They were richer, came from good families, were well educated, and would no doubt bare a child for him. So why Rachel? The woman he hated so much… 1 Everyone in the upper-class society said that Victor was disgusted by Rachel.

He always said that she was an insane, no good woman who wasn’t capable of doing anything. But now that Clara had met Rachel a few times and gotten to know her, and seen how Victor had reacted when he thought Rachel was getting an abortion, none of the rumors seemed to match up.

were currently in was painted bright shades of pink and purple. Right in front of them was a huge sign that said ‘Department of Gynecology’ hanging above a glass door. Through the glass doors and panels they could see many pregnant women sitting waiting for their appointments. They were all there with either their husband or a family member. If was for

and it looked like she was trying her best not to vomit.

take a small sip of whatever was in the cup. She immediately clapped her hand over her mouth, fearful that she’d spit it out she repeated this several more times until the contents of the cup was evidently

fixing her with one of his most intense stares. He frowned when she didn’t seem to notice him. “I think she’s getting ready for the second last procedure,” Clara said gently from behind him. “That was

taste, others find it makes them feel sick after they drink it.” 1 Clara watched Victor’s expression reflected in the glass. He said nothing. But his eyes did narrow, and his face did darken. As Clara was about to ask him if he wanted

in a low voice. Clara put her phone in her pocket and

first floor, Mr. Sullivan. If it’s okay for you, I suggest you go and get Miss Bennet something to eat for after her appointment.” Again, Victor remained silent. He just raised his head to look at

and lowered her eyes to the ground. “I wasn’t telling you to do it. I was merely giving you a suggestion. I just remember how uncomfortable I felt when I was

longer there. His brows furrowed as he was stepped into

the color was vibrantly striking against her pale face. She looked so feeble, like a gust of wind could easily blow her over. That deep-seated ache panged in Victor’s heart again. He clenched

over her finger that pricked her. As the small beads of blood started gathering on her fingertip, the nurse collected the sample and stemmed the bleeding with a cotton swab. Rachel’s face

slid the device over