Captivation: Want Nothing But You

Her eyes darkened.

It was the same person who had told her where

Alice was, and had led her to look for Alice.

As soon as Rachel left

Alice’s side, Alice jumped off the building before the police arrived.

There was no way that all of it was just a coincidence!

Rachel did not know what that person was after, but for now, they did not seem to have any intention of hurting her.

They were observing her before they decided if they should cooperate with her.

Rachel deleted the message, glancing at the rear tire of her car, which was obviously punctured by someone.

A loud clash of thunder came down, almost piercing her ears.

It was going to rain.

A raindrop fell and dropped on Rachel’s phone screen.

She looked at the punctured tire and frowned.

Then she opened Uber on her phone and walked to the grocery store ahead to take shelter from the rain.

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She waited and waited, but ten minutes later, no one accepted her request.

The rain wasn’t getting any lighter either.

The owner of the store came out with a large stack of oil paper bags and spread them over the goods in front of the door.

He glanced at

Rachel and said, “Miss, I see you don’t have an umbrella.”

Rachel just looked at him without saying a word.

The owner frowned and added, “You surely didn’t check the weather forecast before going out.

The rain isn’t about to stop anytime soon.

I sell umbrellas, though.

Should I get you one? Without one, you might get wet and cold standing there for long.

You don’t want to catch a cold.”

Fifteen minutes had gone by already, and there was still no sign from Uber.

Rachel closed the App and said resignedly, “I’ll buy one.”

The owner hurriedly ran into the store and took an umbrella from a corner.

At first glance, the umbrella looked old, and its package was covered in dust.

However, the rain was getting heavier and it was clearly going to pour for a long time.

Rachel didn’t care how the old it was or how it looked.

“How much is it?” she asked.

The owner wiped the dust on it with a towel and answered, “Two hundred.”

Rachel paused and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

She wasn’t much of an expert, but the umbrella had to cost no more than five dollars.

Two hundred?

Feeling a little guilty and uncomfortable under Rachel’s scrutinizing gaze, he coughed and said, “If you want it, I can give you a discount.

Take it at one hundred and fifty.”

Really? He was trying to take advantage of her situation.

The owner was certain that Rachel didn’t have an umbrella and that she had no choice.

So he added insincerely, “Miss, this is the last umbrella I have.

You don’t have to buy it if you think it’s expensive, but you’ll get sick if you stay in the rain.”