Captivation: Want Nothing But You

Chapter 165 Rachel With Shelia’s Soul 

“Stop saying that. She’s already dead. We saw her lifeless body with our own eyes. How can she still be alive?” Wallace frowned and said calmly, although some doubt lingered in his heart.

Tara pursed her lips and stared at the bell in silence, almost like the object entranced her. Noticing that the woman didn’t look quite well, Wallace quickly threw the bell into the trash can and held her tightly in his arms. “It’s okay now. Didn’t you use each other’s bags and clothes before? Maybe she left it in your bag by accident.” It fell into her bag accidentally? What were the odds of that happening? Tara couldn’t help but look at the trash can, seemingly lost in thought.

She hadn’t uttered a single word. Wallace gently stroked her back and said, “I think you need to take some melatonin too. You haven’t had a good rest these days. All this pressure must be getting to you.” “Wallace, do you think that someone found out the actual cause of Shelia’s death and used this bell to scare us?

Do you think someone wants to avenge her?” Tara asked in a low and shaky voice. It was clear that she was distraught. Her heart thumped wildly inside her chest as beads of sweat trickled down her face. The response she was waiting for never came. Instead, deafening silence filled the air. Wallace didn’t know what to say. His eyes darkened, and his thin lips curled into a frown. There was a chance that Tara’s assumption wasn’t far from the truth.

The bell here was too suspicious. Deep inside, he didn’t believe his own explanation. Tara and Shelia used to be best friends. Indeed, they would use bags and clothes occasionally, but oftentimes, Tara borrowed things from Shelia. Moreover, during Shelia’s three years of imprisonment, Tara had bought many new bags. So this bag had nothing to do with Shelia. “But not many people know about this. Who else do you think will avenge her?”

Hearing Wallace’s haunting question, Tara couldn’t think of an immediate answer. When Shelia was still alive, there were only a few individuals she trusted. That short list included Tara, Wallace, and… A familiar name suddenly popped into Tara’s mind. Her wide eyes quickly turned to Wallace. Judging from the grim look on his face, it seemed Wallace knew exactly who Tara was thinking about.

two of them spoke

Quintin always believed that Shelia had been framed for the crime. Even after Shelia died, he stood by his belief and defended her honor, causing a huge rift in the alliance.” “But

Or maybe he was trying to provoke a reaction from us?” Tara suggested in quick succession, curling

“Agreed. He can’t continue to stay in the alliance, or he will ruin our plan.” Wrapping her slender arms around Wallace’s waist and leaning her head against

wiretap. In Sue Garden Rachel promptly switched off the radio transmitter that was linked to

you were released from prison? What did those traitors do to you?” Rachel knew that it was only a matter of time before she and Quintin would meet. She couldn’t hide her death and resurrection from him forever, but there was no easy way to explain them to him. After a few moments, Rachel managed to organize her words and said, “Quintin, I’m indeed dead. To be more precise, Shelia is

you talking about?” “It does sound a little bizarre, but I don’t expect you to understand just yet. Think of it as you will. As for whether you believe it or not, it’s up to you.” After explaining to Quintin the best way she could, Rachel breathed in slowly and continued, “Once I was released from prison, Wallace and Tara came to pick me up. On the way back

to choke and cough out blood. Then, the inevitable happened. I died.” Listening intently, Quintin frowned and tightened his grip on the mouse. Rachel continued, “The next

filled the air. Quintin was visibly shaken, seemingly at a loss how to handle this bit of information. “Quintin, if you have any doubts, you can be honest and tell me. I can prove to you that

your body belongs to someone named Rachel?” “Correct.” Rachel nodded. “With the soul of Shelia inside this vessel.” Quintin picked up the glass to take a sip of water with his trembling hand to calm himself down, but half of the liquid had already spilled on the floor before reaching his lips. “Wait, so what happened to the original Rachel then?” “I’m afraid I don’t know the answer to that.” She was also curious about this matter. The moment she regained consciousness