Captivation: Want Nothing But You

Captivation Want Nothing But You Chapter 178 by Adolf Dunne

A Death Sentence

Inside the ward The sky was brightening outside. The glowing bright light shifted past the clouds and came in along with the cool autumn breeze. Lukas politely knocked on the door and went inside. He put down the bag he had brought with him and said, “Mr. Sullivan, I brought Miss Bennet her clothes.” “Alright.” Victor’s voice was deep and hoarse from disuse. Lukas lifted his eyes and saw Victor’s tired and disheveled appearance.

“Mr. Sullivan, you are still wearing the same clothes you wore yesterday. Why don’t you change out of them and have a good rest first?” Victor made no move from his position by the bed. His intense eyes were fixated on Rachel, who still had yet to wake up from her coma. His white shirt was covered in blood. Over time, the bright red hue of the blood had turned his shirt into a dull red-brown color.

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turn for the worse like this? He recalled last night’s events—Victor shouting at him with Rachel in his arms, his eyes bloodshot. This was the first time he had seen such fear and panic on Victor’s face. Now, Victor was perched on the edge of the bed, his eyes covered in blood streaks, staring openly at Rachel. He could tell that Victor was a mess, so

Victor up and down. He asked with concern in his voice, “Mr. Sullivan, is something wrong with you? I…” “I’m doing fine.” Lukas paused in his tracks and realized something. Then, he looked over at Rachel lying there in bed. “I’ll call the doctor over right now.” Then, he walked out of the ward quickly. Victor’s gaze swept from Rachel’s face to the back of her hand. She had such fair skin that the blue

into her vein, and the medicine was being issued into her body bit by bit. His heart stopped in his chest when he felt her cold fingertips with his hands. Every her hand was also stained with blood. He picked up two wet wipes from the table and wiped her hand carefully with them. He was careful not to hurt her, but

on her hand. The phone began ringing again. After some time later, he finally wiped the blood off of Rachel’s fingertips. He looked up and checked the caller ID, deciding to pick up the phone last minute. “Did you find it?” “I did.