Captivation: Want Nothing But You novel Chapter 368

Elegance defined the woman. Her long hair was combed back and styled into a chignon. A diamond hairpin held the hair knot in place. A pair of delicate pearl earrings underscored her gentle face and the matching necklace accentuated the royal blue cheongsam that wrapped her curvaceous figure. Rachel immediately recognized the woman. It had been four years since she last saw her, yet she hadn’t changed. She looked gentler than she was in her white gown back then. “Dr. Jimenez, it’s been a long time since we last saw each other,” Rachel said. Clara had seen Rachel from a distance. She just wasn’t sure it was her. And now, standing in front of her, Clara stood transfixed.

A few days ago, Clara had heard that Rachel was still alive. Still, it felt surreal seeing Rachel with her own eyes.

“Cousin,” Ameer addressed her politely. Rachel raised her eyebrows, surprised. Clara was Ameer’s cousin?

“Ameer’s mother and my mother are sisters,” Clara explained when she noticed Rachel’s confused look. “Clara, do you know Miss Bennet?” Ameer threw an inquiring look at Clara and then turned his eyes to Rachel.

Clara nodded. “We are good friends.” Rachel furrowed her eyebrows. She and Clara knew each other but not so much that they would be regarded as good friends. Actually, she and Clara were not even friends. They were just mere acquaintances.

Clara noticed Rachel’s puzzled look. But when they caught each other’s eyes, they smiled without explaining anything For the second time that night, Rachel heard the word “friend.” She pursed her lips and looked away. The first time that Rachel heard the word was from Carson. It didn’t make her feel uncomfortable. Carson was a frivolous man. He was joking most of the time so nobody took him seriously. And now, Clara had just said that Rachel was her friend.

Rachel felt that she was transported back to a time when a man and a woman came to hurt her badly. That was four years ago. The scene had recurred to her many times over that she vowed not to trust anyone but herself. She

promised herself that she shouldn’t repeat that mistake. Consequently, Rachel never took the word “friend” lightly. It made her feel queasy, thinking that she might get hurt again as she was hurt then. Moreover, Abby died at that time. Rachel had blamed herself for her death because she was not able to protect her. Since then, she had suppressed her feelings, bringing to naught any affection she would have for others. “Oh, I see,” Ameer said as he touched the tip of his nose. Thinking of what he hadn’t said to Rachel, he felt his face flush. And now that Clara was here, the more he couldn’t say what he wanted to say. He had to find an excuse to hide his embarrassment. “Well… Clara, is Roger here with you? I think I’ll go find him.”

If Clara was Ameer’s cousin, then Roger would be, too. “Oh, he’s not here. He’s in Baltimore for a month now. There’s a project there that he needs to oversee,” Clara explained as she unwittingly looked at Rachel.

“Oh…” Ameer felt embarrassed for asking about Roger. He glanced at Rachel but found her showing no interest in what they were talking about. He felt somewhat disappointed.

“Congratulations to you! And to Riley, too. She’s now getting a companion.” Clara took a sip of the orange juice. There was a gentle look on her face. Rachel sipped her wine and looked away. The open-air balcony had a good location. It had a beautiful view of the city lights of the central area of Apliaria Clara looked down at her belly. She shook her head, ever so slightly. She didn’t think that the topic of children was appropriate at the moment. How could she be insensitive! Why did she mention it? She regretted what she had just said. “Rachel, I’m sorry. I think that I have upset you,” Clara said dolefully.

Rachel looked confused. “About that child…”

Then it dawned on Rachel that they didn’t know that her child was alive. “Oh, please, don’t think too much about it. It’s been a long time. And time has eased the pain,” Rachel comforted Clara. But it seemed that it only made Clara feel worse. Rachel didn’t expect this reaction.

Meanwhile, there was a knock on the door of the lounge on the second floor.

“Come in,” Victor answered in a low voice.

The door opened and a waiter came in with a glass of warm water. “Good evening, Mr. Sullivan. Mr. Scott had asked me to bring you this.”

Pressing his temples, Victor opened his eyes and said, “Well, put it on the table over there.”