Captivation: Want Nothing But You

Captivation Want Nothing But You Chapter 183 by Adolf Dunne

Dawn slowly peeked through the windows. The cool morning breeze made the curtains dance. It caressed Rachel’s hand that was outside the quilt. There was a sheen of sweat on her forehead as she was in the midst of a nightmare. Her soft pink lips moved, and she whispered, “Abby… Watch out! No…” Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Rachel woke up with a start, and her eyes darted around. It took her a while to realize that it was just a nightmare.

“Miss Bennet, may I enter?” the person asked from the other side of the door. Rachel took a couple of deep breaths to calm herself and looked out the window. She looked at the sky and then at the time. It was only half-past six in the morning. ‘Who can it be at this time?’ “Yes, please come in,” she said after a moment. Soon, the door was slowly pushed open, and Rachel turned to see a woman in a light pink nurse uniform.

A mask covered her face, and only her eyes were exposed. They looked like a man’s eyes. Or maybe Rachel felt that way because she was too tall for a nurse. Rachel frowned because she felt that the nurse somehow seemed familiar. “Miss Bennet, after checking you last night, the doctor prescribed some medicine. He asked me to give it to you once you woke up.” As soon as the nurse finished speaking, she inadvertently looked into Rachel’s eyes.

and then she glanced away. She quickly turned her back to the medicine cart. 3 That one glance was enough for Rachel to confirm the nurse’s identity, She smiled, lifted the quilt, let her legs drop to the side as she shifted to sit on the edge of the bed. Then, she kicked the cart. The nurse almost spilled the entire medicine bottle. “Miss Bennet…” “I didn’t know you liked

much, once we return, I will buy

saw his familiar face. It wasn’t until she saw Quintin that she seemed to feel she was still alive. She wasn’t Rachel, but Sheila. Seeing Rachel’s eyes turn red, Quintin’s eyes widened in horror. “Boss… Please don’t cry! What did I say? Why… Why are you crying? I haven’t started to cry yet! You

and looked at her face carefully. “You don’t look like the person in the photo at all!” He then took out his phone and showed it to Rachel. In the photo, Rachel was slightly fat. She wore a vulgar red strapless dress with curly hair

only in her early twenties but dressed like a thirty-year-old hooker. This was how the owner of the body dressed before. Now, although her face was pale, it was fair and delicate. She was still stunning without any makeup,