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.

‘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 that reason that the single woman sitting all by herself caught their

it looked like she was trying her best not to vomit. The corners of her eyes were

in the cup. She immediately clapped her hand over her mouth, fearful that she’d

her through the glass, 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

finish the cup within five minutes. It’s very, very sweet. Some pregnant woman can’t stand the 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 to go in, her phone rang. She checked the screen to see it was a call from one of her colleagues. She didn’t bother to

“Okay,” Victor replied in a low voice. Clara put her phone in her pocket and turned to leave. She

suggest you go and get Miss Bennet something to eat for after her appointment.” Again, Victor remained silent. He just raised his head to

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 pregnant; that’s all. It’s hard for a pregnant woman to go through a prenatal check-up, especially if

closed, Victor turned back to continue staring at Rachel. Only, she was no longer there. His brows furrowed as he was

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

fingertip, the nurse collected the sample and stemmed the bleeding with a cotton swab. Rachel’s face remained perfectly expressionless throughout

didn’t even wince when the needle pricked her finger. In comparison, the woman next to her nervously clenched her husband’s hand before the nurse even slid the device over her finger. “Are you here alone? Don’t you have anyone with you? Where is the baby’s father?” the nurse