Captivation: Want Nothing But You novel Chapter 411

Rachel took a step back and held the cat food in her hand tightly. She paused a while before she said in a composed tone, “We have nothing to talk about. I want to rest now so please go out.” He avoided eye contact with him. Yet, she was alert and on guard against Victor’s approaching. “Rachel-”

“If you won’t go out, I will,” Rachel cut in. She put the cat food on the table, went around Victor, and started walking to the door

Victor moved toward Rachel and attempted to grasp her wrist to stop her from going out. But he stopped himself. “I’m sorry.”

Rachel held the doorknob and pressed it down. The door was partly opened when she heard Victor’s voice, which was low and deep. Hearing his apology had stirred her feelings.

“I’m sorry for what happened that night.” Victor said, his eyes on Rachel’s back. Rachel tightened her grip on the doorknob, acting like she didn’t hear a thing.

Victor’s apology reminded her of what happened that night in the Waterfront Hotel. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Feeling calmed down, she told Victor, “I accept your apology. And I hope you won’t forget what you have promised.”

Rachel then turned around and looked at Victor.

“You have told me that you wouldn’t have to lay eyes on me. Please keep your word, Mr. Sullivan.” She was not stupid. She knew she had complicated emotions towards Victor and this was not a good sign. Moreover, Joey was getting closer and closer to Victor. She knew that there would be times that she would somehow run into Victor

This was not the only thing she was worried about. With Joey and Victor getting closer, Rachel was afraid that Victor would know about Joey’s identity. If that would happen, he might take Joey away from her. So this time, she put on an inscrutable countenance toward Victor.

“I’ll go downstairs to drink water. When I come back, I will be glad to see that you have left.” Rachel didn’t wait for Victor’s reply. She simply opened the door and walked out of the room.

Victor was left standing in the middle of the room. He watched the back of Rachel disappear from his sight. He was deeply hurt by what Rachel did. It was like a blunt knife cut through his heart. Victor put his hand into the trouser pocket. When his fingertips touched the cold thing, the pain was alleviated. He took the thing out of his pocket. He unclasped his clenched hand. He was holding an exquisite dark blue diamond that emitted faint light in the light.

It was the Beloved. If anyone cared to look at the Beloved, he would see a blush of red in the blue diamond. It was Victor’s blood. His blood had stained the Beloved one night four years ago in the cemetery. At that time, he held the Beloved as tightly as he could.