Captivation: Want Nothing But You

Captivation Want Nothing But You Chapter 127 by Adolf Dunne

Baby Products Store Victor walked into the cloakroom, and Rachel followed suit. While he was looking at the clothes in display, Rachel sat on the small sofa, gently massaging her calves. Perhaps her legs had grown sore from coming up and down the stairs several times over. ‘I wonder if Quintin is done with the investigation,’ she thought to herself. Rachel’s head was downcast while she was pondering over something when a shadow fell over her.

Afterwards, she heard him say, “Put it on.” She instantly raised her head and saw the clothes in Victor’s hand. Rachel fell silent for a moment, frowning at the expressionless man, and wondering if she could refuse to wear those tacky clothes. Just as she was debating on whether to wear it or not, Victor tossed the clothes onto her and said, “Change into those clothes and meet me downstairs in five minutes.”

With that, he left the room, and closed the door behind him. Rachel stared at the clothes in her arms, clearly displeased. ‘Men’s taste in clothes are seriously weird sometimes. Or maybe he’s messing with me?’ Five minutes passed by in a blur. Rachel did not dare to dilly-dally, fearing that if she were to be a second later, he would get upset and she would have to suffer his wrath.

Once she had changed into the clothes, she hurried out of the room, quickly passing by the mirror, and making sure not to look at herself. After leaving the cloakroom, she drew a deep breath before slowly making her way downstairs. At this time, Lukas had been waiting for her at the stairs. The moment he laid eyes on Rachel, he was stupefied. The sound of his voice was laden with surprise. “Miss Bennet!” “What?” she replied.

“Are you okay, ma’am?” Lukas asked with concern as he examined her face. Rachel was silenced for a moment because of his question. “Not really,” she answered. “Umm…” Lukas was at a loss for words. He had no idea how to comment on Rachel’s attire. He had seen people donned in red and black clothing, or maybe red and greed. But this was the first time he had seen someone dressed in a black and green combination, and definitely not in a good way.

it weren’t for the dazzling sun outside, Lukas would’ve thought it was winter already. “Lukas, where’s Victor?” Obviously, Rachel preferred not to discuss her outfit with anyone. She glanced around the living room and noticed that only

Sullivan is waiting for you in the car,” Lukas replied. ‘In the car?’ Rachel thought to herself. ‘Is he taking me out? Where is he taking me?’ Rachel turned to the door, and from that distance, she could see a dark brown Bentley driving into the front

got off the car, went around to the door of the back seat, and opened it for her. As Rachel went down the steps, she paused before going into the car. The very moment she sat next to

Garden. Rachel had no way of knowing why she didn’t feel hot inside the car. She thought that maybe it was due to Victor’s cold shoulder, though there were still beads of sweat on her forehead. The bodily

cold and stoic. Seconds later, she adjusted her sitting position, and took off her coat. But the second she removed it, Victor glared at her. “Put it back on.” Rachel was speechless. ‘I thought he wasn’t paying attention to me.’ She then glanced at his face, hesitating whether she should

a sudden, the driver spoke, interrupting her thoughts. “Miss Bennet, I highly recommend you put it on. The weather forecast this morning reported that the temperature will drop dramatically this afternoon.” While he was talking, he glanced at the rearview mirror, wary of Victor’s expression. Upon seeing that Victor showed no sign of displeasure, the driver continued, “Mr. Sullivan told

raised a bit higher, but there was still a small gap left for ventilation. The wind poured into the car, disheveling her bangs. The second the wind touched her skin, she felt how cold and damp it

the temperature was really going to drop soon. Rachel averted her gaze from the window, and stared at the coat. After a moment of silence, she decided that

the car finally stopped. The driver opened the door of the backseat and said, “Miss Bennet, Mr.