Captivation: Want Nothing But You
Chapter 1417

He couldn’t believe how similar they were.

Was there any way that this was even possible?

“You are Shelia! How are you still living? No, this isn’t happening.

What’s your relationship with Shelia?” Wallace could hear his heart pounding and feel the perspiration dripping down his forehead.

Rachel feigned to be perplexed as she saw the terror on Wallace’s face.

She approached and said, “What’s the matter, Mr.

Finch? What are you talking about? There’s something here I just don’t get.”

“Don’t come near me!” Wallace let out a scream as he saw her coming closer.

After he had finished speaking, she stepped forward in a very deliberate fashion.

Despite the presence of the chair, Wallace took another step back.

With a loud thud on the floor, he tripped and collapsed.

Rachel acted as if she was going to assist him up, but he got to his feet as if he had received an electric shock.

“Stop! Stay the hell away from me!”

She stopped.

His chest heaved and Wallace glanced at her.

His thoughts rushed back to the incident when Shelia drank the bottle of poisonous water at the side of the road, and he recalled the bell he and Tara had seen in Apliaria four years before.

A shiver ran through his whole body.

Was Shelia still around?

Four years ago, she put the bell in Tara’s bag intentionally, and now she came to get vengeance on him.

In a matter of seconds, Wallace’s mind became a complete mess.

But

Shelia passed away right in front of his eyes six years ago.

So, was this even possible? He watched as she closed her eyes and died.

There was no way a dead person could come back to life!

Wallace’s eyesight was obscured by the sweat that trickled over his eyelids.

As he dabbed his forehead dry, he took a big breath.

Over time, his mind and eyes adjusted.

After death, there was no chance of a comeback.

No ghosts existed in the world!

Wallace took a deep breath and refocused his attention on Rachel.

Upon regaining composure, he saw that the person before him did not resemble the one in his recollection in any way, shape, or form, with the exception of her eyes.

“Is everything well, Mr.

Finch?” Rachel inquired gently.