Captivation: Want Nothing But You novel Chapter 207

It was then that Rachel saw the person standing outside the shower. It wasn’t the maid, it was Victor! “What are you doing…”

Before she could even finish her sentence, Victor grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

The faint smell of red wine wafted into her nose.

Feeling uncomfortable because of the smell, Rachel struggled to break free from his arms. “Did you drink?” “I did.”

Victor’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. He wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his jaw on her shoulder. Then, he soaked in the fragrance of her body. Rachel was always so aromatic, which was probably the scent of her body wash. And every time she took a shower, the fragrance was even more aromatic.

Almost instinctively, her body tensed up. Rachel tried to reject him. “What are you trying to pull, Victor?” “I’m not drunk.” All of a sudden, Victor looked at Rachel’s delicate face. His Adam’s apple was bobbing up and down repeatedly. “I only drank a little.” 1 Rachel pursed her lips. Right now, he didn’t look as obnoxious and overbearing as he usually was, and his ears were red. Clearly, he drank more than just a little.

Rachel caught a glimpse of the clock in the living room and saw that it was already eleven in the evening She had no idea why he came to her room in the dread of the night, and she wondered when he would leave. If she were being honest, she’d rather not be alone with him, especially when he was drunk.

“Victor, I want to rest,” Rachel said in a calm tone, attempting to drive him away. “Okay, I get it.” Even though he said that, Victor still didn’t budge. Rachel waited for a while, but seeing as he had no intention of letting her go, she frowned at him and said, “Victor, it’s getting late and I wish to sleep.”

Victor looked into her eyes. As they locked eyes with each other, Rachel’s heart skipped a beat, and she averted her gaze right away. But when their eyes met, she felt as though he was able to discern her true emotions. This feeling made her very uncomfortable, and she wanted to stay away from him even more.

“Let go of me! Can you just go back to your own room and get some rest already?” Rachel exclaimed before she calmed herself down. Upon hearing this, Victor frowned, tightening his grim on her arm. “Are you driving me away? I already told you, I’m not drunk. But if you don’t believe me, go ahead, touch me.”

“Touch you?” Before Rachel could figure out what he meant, Victor lowered his head, took her hand and placed it on his forehead. She could feel his warmth on her fingertips. After a brief pause, she heard Victor’s deep, husky voice.

“I’m not burning up, right? Whenever I’m drunk, I get hot. But since I’m not hot, that means I’m not drunk.” Rachel was rendered speechless. He was practically burning up right now. “Fine, you’re not drunk. But I still want to rest, so get off me,” Rachel replied, withdrawing her hand.

In spite of her protests, he still embraced her. Rachel pursed her lips and said, “If you don’t want to go back to your room, I’ll leave my room to you. I’ll just go sleep in your room, alright?” She’d rather not argue with this drunk. “No,” Victor responded decisively. “But why?”

Victor tightened his embrace on her as though he feared that she would disappear the next second. Then, he rested his chin on her head. “Rachel,” he said. His voice sounded different from how he used to say her name. It wasn’t cold or angry. This time, he sounded affectionate. “I… I’m sorry,” he muttered. Rachel lowered her gaze and fell silent. “I’m sorry about Abby,” he added. Still, Rachel didn’t respond.

She just closed her eyes and clenched her fists, trying her best to suppress the surging hatred in her chest. ‘He’s sorry? Saying sorry is too fucking easy! As if that could bring Abby back! People always think that they can be forgiven as long as they apologize, and then they can just go on and pretend like nothing happened. They’re just trying to make themselves feel better, not the ones that they’ve wronged. I can never forgive him; not for what he did to Abby!

Mere words can’t bring her back.’ Honestly, Rachel wanted to yell at him and say that meant nothing now! ‘Abby can’t hear you! What has she ever done to you? And why did you get her killed?’ But when that thought crossed her mind, she suppressed her desire to do it and bit the tip of her tongue.

Soon, the taste of blood spread through her mouth. “I know how much you hate me for what I did, Rachel,” Victor muttered as though he was speaking to himself. Afterwards, he fell into silence again. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Rachel when those words came out of his mouth. He was too afraid to see just how much

she hated him through her eyes. “But, please don’t leave me,” he pleaded.