Captivation: Want Nothing But You
Chapter 1494

“Well, I’m glad you like it.

From now on, this will be your new home.”

“Home…” It was Joey who spoke in a low voice, but his word was clearly heard.

He was now over a year old.

So, he could repeat the words said by the people around him.

Hearing this, Rachel turned to Joey.

Noticing that her mother was looking at him, Joey immediately let out a bright smile, showing his two newly grown front teeth.

With his shining eyes, he stretched out his arms to her.

In response, Rachel held him in her arms but said nothing.

At this moment, there were two voices ringing in her ears.

A little boy’s voice kept babbling, “Mommy.

Home.”

Then, there was another voice that seemed strange yet familiar.

“Miss Bennet… When I was a child, I said to myself that I wanted to earn enough money to buy a villa of my own after I grew up.

There should be a small garden which is filled with all kinds of flowers that will bloom beautifully in spring.

The scene must be very beautiful.

Then, I want it to be a small two-story villa with a comfortable balcony.

That way, I can lazily lie on the sofa and bask in the sun.”

It was Abby’s voice.

From what Rachel was seeing in front of her, this villa was exactly what Abby would have liked.

Holding Joey in her arms, Rachel gazed at the villa in front of her.

Although nothing had changed, it seemed that something did.

The empty place in her heart seemed to be filled with something, making her feel not as cold as before.

At this time, Joey and Victor walked on the cobblestone path in

Hector’s garden.

“As far as I can remember, sometimes my mommy was just fine, but sometimes she would be very depressed, especially around the time of

Aunt Abby’s death anniversary,” Joey said.

An indescribable feeling attacked Victor’s senses.

His chest tightened as he felt his heart being ripped to pieces, and his breathing soon became labored as though he had run for miles.

A while after Joey stopped talking, Victor stopped in his tracks and looked down at him.

Victor’s mouth was ajar, but the lump in his throat crippled the voice that his vocal cords were supposed to produce.

For the first time, he found something that had him struggling to form a single word.

“How is she now?” Victor asked as soon as he found his voice, low and hoarse.

Joey looked at him and shook his head.

Victor frowned, not understanding what Joey was trying to relay.