Captivation: Want Nothing But You

Chapter 978

Rachel and Victor met.

She paused, torn between walking on and pausing.

He held a suit on his arm and was dressed in a shirt.

He was preparing to leave the house at the moment.

“Victor… Are you leaving the house?” Rachel asked dryly.

Victor could feel that she was remorseful and sought to separate herself from him.

“Yes,” he said in a quiet voice.

Rachel stepped aside and added, “Drive carefully.”

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Rachel was going to walk on as soon as she concluded her remarks.

Victor’s voice cfrom behind her and she couldn’t make out what was on his mind because of the low tone of his voice.

Victor said, “I won’t be returning tonight for supper.”

Rachel hesitated and said, almost imperceptible, “I got that from

Lukas.

I’ll be sure to tell Joe.”

Then, without a second thought, she entered Joey’s room.

By doing that, she left Victor with no chance to say more.

His eyes clouded as he saw Joey’s bedroom door locked.

His phone rang at the smoment.

“I’UL be there in a few minutes,” Victor said and ended the call.

Rachel mustered up and leaned against the door.

“Mommy?” Joey was up.

He got up from his lying position and rubbed his still sleepy eyes.

On opening his eyes, he was startled to see

Rachel leaning up against the door.

Regaining her composure, Rachel inquired, “Yes? You woke up already?”

Joey sprang out of bed, barefoot on the covers, and hurled himself into Rachel’s arms with a wave of his hand.

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He had only just gotten out of bed and wasn’t really awake.

“I had another nightmare, Mommy.”

Rachel was well aware that Joey had been suffering from nightmares lately.

Despite Joey’s outward appearance of maturity, he was still a youngster.

As a result of everything he had been through, it was only natural for him to feel shaken.

Rachel’s attempts at resolving the issue had been ineffective.

Joey was also more connected to her after suffering from two high fevers.

“What happened in your nightmare?” Rachel stroked his back as she inquired, her voice soft and soothing.

“I dreamt that someone was pointing a pistol at me.” Joey clutched

Rachel’s neck firmly.