Captivation: Want Nothing But You

Clara had been standing at the door of Roger's room for a while, before she finally mustered enough courage to knock on the door.Seconds later, she heard footsteps coming from inside, and soon, the door was opened.

Roger had changed into his pajamas.

When he saw Clara at his door, he was a bit surprised.

In a hoarse voice, he greeted, "Clara."

"Mom is worried that it'll be bad for your stomach if you don't eat anything.That's why I'm here to bring you some food," she replied while making her way into the room.

Roger closed the door once she was inside, and took off his glasses. He just nodded and hummed in a tone devoid of emotion.

"Roger, I'm so sorry.I never meant to lie to you."

When he heard Clara speak, he was sorting out some documents.

For a moment, it made him pause and lower his gaze without saying anything.

"Roger, are you planning never to talk to me again?"

Clara's eyes were filled with regret and guilt.

From the corner of her eyes, she saw the documents he was sorting.

Her eyes quivered upon seeing them.

"Wait a second… Are you planning to go back to America?"

Roger set aside the papers and didn't answer her question.

Instead, he looked at her and asked, "Had I not seen her today, how long were you planning to hide this from me?"

Clara was rendered speechless.

"Sister, you, of all people, know why I came back to this city," Roger said in a calm tone.

"I…"

Clara wanted to speak up, but she found no words to respond to his statement.She then lowered her gaze for a moment, thinking of what she should say next.

Moments later, she said, "Roger, it's been over two years.I had thought you've given up on her already.Two years ago, she got married, and it broke your heart to know that it would be impossible to be with her."

Roger's eyes darkened.

"But now, she's divorced, isn't she?"Clara was stunned.

After a long silence, she clenched her fists and scowled.

"You think you'll be able to work things out between you two just because she's divorced now? Roger, open your eyes! Do you think she's worth all of this effort? My God, Roger! Don't you know how many ridiculous things she's done in the past two years? She doesn't deserve…"

"I'm the one who decides whether she deserves me or not,"

Roger interrupted her abruptly with a frown on his face.

"Sister, just put the food on the desk.

have nothing else to say, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave

have important matters

his face,

be like this once you

why I did my best

from seeing each other for the rest of

Roger asked.

"I know it's impossible."

and then she pondered for a moment before saying, "Roger, believe it or not, the moment I heard that she got divorced, I've been contemplating on whether to tell you about it

married, you went

the past two years, you hardly

are getting older, and their deepest wish is to see

is for you to

feelings.' Clara didn't

moment of silence, she continued, "I know you came home this time because you heard that

your sister, I also wish for you to

willing to come home to pursue her, it wouldn't matter how bad her

now is to help

will do that, for

his sister's

deep breath, held his shoulders, and

know one

taken

a quivering voice, he said, "What did

"Roger…"

look of devastation on

hadn't been in a relationship

his mother got so anxious that she once doubted

took her a long time to accept the possibility

told

long, happy life

that,

mother, Clara knew

this time was because the woman

in

knew that

was a time when she saw him go into a bakery despite the fact that there was a storm, just so he could

to witness her beloved brother sit on a stairwell, drinking alone

when he was walking side by side with Rachel, she already knew that he would love this girl for the

would always volunteer

was why Clara didn't want

wouldn't be able to

it would be impossible to prevent them from seeing each other for a life time, she really didn't want to see her brother in

no

on that same day Clara saw him heartbroken, she vowed to hide the truth for

did

said in a hoarse voice; his eyes

according to the prenatal

with pity in her eyes, and continued,

of falling papers resonated throughout the