Captivation: Want Nothing But You

Thank you.

After she had recovered, Alberto pulled back his hand.

He silently observed her profile and remained quiet.

Rachel wiped away the tears that had welled up in her eyes with the tissue.

She then sat up straight and leaned against the car window.

The serene calmness that had enveloped her thoughts was suddenly shattered by an invisible gust of wind.

The car fell into an uncomfortable silence, leaving Rachel feeling somewhat adrift.

She crumpled the tissue into a ball, squeezing it tightly in her hand, trying to alleviate the awkwardness that hung in the air between them.

Sensing the tension, Dewey decided to break the silence, Miss Bennet, Mr.

Gibson, what do you think about going to Valmead Club? At this hour, most other establishments are closing.

Valmead Club… Rachel shifted her gaze to Alberto, and they unexpectedly locked eyes.

Subsequently, his resonant voice broke the silence and reached her ears.

Would you like to go there? he inquired.

Rachel replied, Havent you both eaten yet? Before Alberto could reply, Dewey answered, Mr.

Gibson has been resting in the car since his check-up and hasnt eaten anything since.

After a moment of thought, Rachel agreed, Okay, lets head there.

The drive from the municipal conference center to Valmead Club was brief, under ten minutes.

Prior to their departure, Dewey had already informed the clubs manager.

Therefore, as soon as the Maybach arrived, two attendants, led by the manager, were ready and waiting for them.

They promptly opened the car doors upon their arrival.

With great politeness, the manager greeted them, Mr.

Gibson, its an honor to have you at Valmead Club.

Dewey stepped out of the car and made his way to the side where Albertos door was located.

He then directed the driver to assist Alberto into his wheelchair with great care.

Miss Bennet? The manager recognized Rachel right away.

Rachel nodded, but she struggled to recall the identity of this portly manager, despite his sense of familiarity.

The manager, realizing she didnt remember him, stretched his lips into a smile, and his round face crumpled.

He pointed to a scar on his forehead.

It was a scar that had been stitched up, neither too shallow nor too deep.

Miss Bennet, recall this scar? Well… You gave it to me, quite accidentally.

Rachels memory clicked.

She had indeed struck a man with a bottle four years ago when Victor had tried using her as a pawn for a business deal.

However, if her memory served her right, the individual she had harmed with the bottle used to be a business owner.

When had he transitioned into the role of manager in this place? Youre Trevor Guzman, right? Rachels expression showed her surprise.