Captivation: Want Nothing But You

“Come in.” The noise coming from behind the door caught Victor’s attention. When he glanced at it, he saw the little boy. Without a single trace of embarrassment on his face, Joey withdrew his hand from the door and walked in.

"Hello, Miss Salazar,” he greeted Susan with a smile.

Because of Joey’s sudden appearance, Susan wasn’t able to finish what she was saying. She looked at the young boy’s innocent face, not knowing what to feel or say.

“Hi, little boy. We met again.” Left with no other choice, Susan forced a smile.

Joey looked at Victor and then at Susan who had tears in her eyes. “Have I interrupted you? I’m sorry, Miss Salazar. I didn’t know you were here.”

If Susan didn’t see the slyness in Joey’s eyes, she would have believed that he was just an ordinary little boy.

It was not as if Joey was trying to hide the cunning look in his eyes. He wasn’t afraid to get caught by Susan, who now figured out that he barged in on purpose. That was right. Joey knew that Susan was in the room with Victor. She thought he might have heard their conversation and deliberately knocked on the door at a critical time.

“You don’t have to apologize to her.” Victor said before Susan could react. “We’re done talking.”

Victor wasn’t bothered

Susan’s anger began to creep in.

she wanted to say was that Joey deliberately interrupted them, but she stopped when Victor cast a cold glance at her.Her heart skipped a beat, and she smiled with self mockery. What should she say? Should she say that Joey was lying? That he barged in on purpose and

would believe her words, because Joey was just a child. Besides, Susan had no evidence. And even if she had, it was ridiculous for an adult to argue with

which was why she didn’t want to

turned around and left the ward in

her lower lip hard until she tasted metal in her mouth. While she was

eyes, but Susan raised her head to see who the person holding the glass of

Dr. Turner said softly

calmed herself down and took the glass of water. But the warm water wasn’t

in his pockets, Dr. Turner looked down at Susan, who was a few inches shorter than him. “Miss

hint of hesitation was evident in his tone. “Regarding what you asked me the last time we met… I