Captivation: Want Nothing But You

Captivation Want Nothing But You Chapter 128 by Adolf Dunne

The moment Rachel stepped into the store, she was immediately overwhelmed by the sheer amount of baby products. There were so many different varieties, colors and shapes… But there was one brand in particular that caught her eye. It was enough to make her forget about her whining from earlier and focus on the shopping experience. As she studied the different products, the ultrasound image of her baby at the prenatal check-up appeared in her mind.

The other shop manager inside had noticed Rachel the moment she’d walked in the door. Of course, this was partly due to Victor being there. She saw how Rachel was staring moon eyed at everything and came up to her with a smile. “Miss Bennet, I can give you an introduction to all the different products, if you’d like?” The baby products had been designed to be eye-catching to mothers. It was them that had to make the choice between the different brands, after all.

While the manager had no idea why Victor would need baby products, she was a smart enough businesswoman to know that, with Victor in her store, today was going to profitable. Rachel looked up into the shop manager’s enthusiastic eyes and just couldn’t say no. The manager seemed only too delighted to help her. With never-ending optimism and energy, she introduced the different products to Rachel.

“This baby stroller in particular is one of our best sellers. Both the sales and the feedback on it have been phenomenal. You can detach the front armrest of this stroller. And just in case your little one likes to chew on things, the armrest is made from the latest anti-biting smooth foam material.”

Rachel nodded along as she listened. She could feel Victor’s eyes on her as he watched from the back. He wasn’t interested in what the shop manager was saying, he was busy studying her coat. Usually, he found black and green designs lame, but on her it was somehow spectacular. The color and cut perfectly matched her elegant demeanor in a way that seemed to create her own unique style. The shop manager kept showing Rachel product after product.

she wasn’t. But then again, he hadn’t been paying attention from the beginning. Now, he kept thinking back to what Carson had said to him a few days ago. “I think there is a part of you that doesn’t really believe that Rachel pushed Alicia into the lake that day,” he had said. “I think you just have a deep-seated prejudice against her.

proud of. He had no idea why he felt this way, or why he couldn’t pull himself

the more he tried to suppress his growing feelings, the worse it became, the harder it became to control. When he and Elian had eaten together earlier that day, he had thought of nothing else but Rachel lying in the ultrasound room.

up at him expectantly, waiting for him to answer. She looked different today. The expression on

in the stroller. As he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbed almost nervously in his throat. “We’ll take it,” he said coolly. “Wonderful!” the shop manager said with an excited clap of her hands. She turned to one of her assistants and asked them to package it. Rachel was quite surprised by his statement. She looked up at him questioningly, trying

doubt was going to be a spending spree. She kept showing products to them, and kept looking up at Victor to ask his opinion. With her natural charm and

once giving any indication that she was getting tired or thirsty from all the talking. She still walked with a spring in her step as if she hadn’t been standing for quite some time already. Rachel listened as attentively as she could. To her, the joy of the shopping experience had disappeared long ago, and

female manager looked up at the sky when she realized how time had gotten away from them. At first, she marveled at the way the setting sun painted the clouds

fading red light dyed the clouds to look like flames, and the spacious square outside the mall where they were standing provided a stunning view. “It’s beautiful,” Rachel said. The male manager also nodded vigorously. “I still remember this spectacular view I saw once. The entire sky looked like it was on fire… After all this time, I can still picture it so clearly…” The whole sky had looked like

been thrown into prison. The memory of her being shoved out the back door of the court and squeezed into a police car was still so clear. As was the memory of just how fiercely red the sky had been on that day. It was like