Captivation: Want Nothing But You
Chapter 572

The faint smell of red wine wafted into her nose.

Feeling uncomfortable because of the smell, Rachel struggled to break free from his arms.

“Did you drink?”

“I did.”

Victor’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his jaw on her shoulder.

Then, he soaked in the fragrance of her body.

Rachel was always so aromatic, which was probably the scent of her body wash.

And every time she took a shower, the fragrance was even more aromatic.

Almost instinctively, her body tensed up.

Rachel tried to reject him.

“What are you trying to pull, Victor?”

“I’m not drunk.” ALL of a sudden, Victor looked at Rachel’s delicate face.

His Adam’s apple was bobbing up and down repeatedly.

“I only drank a little.”

Rachel pursed her lips.

Right now, he didn’t look as obnoxious and overbearing as he usually was, and his ears were red.

Clearly, he drank more than just a little.

Rachel caught a glimpse of the clock in the living room and saw that it was already eleven in the evening.

She had no idea why he came to her room in the dread of the night, and she wondered when he would leave.

If she were being honest, she’d rather not be alone with him, especially when he was drunk.

“Victor, I want to rest,” Rachel said in a calm tone, attempting to drive him away.

“Okay, I get it.” Even though he said that, Victor still didn’t budge.

Rachel waited for a while, but seeing as he had no intention of letting her go, she frowned at

him and said, “Victor, it’s getting late and I wish to sleep.”

Victor looked into her eyes.

As they locked eyes with each other, Rachel’s heart skipped a beat, and she averted her gaze right away.

But when their eyes met, she felt as though he was able to discern her true emotions.

This feeling made her very uncomfortable, and she wanted to stay away from him even more.

“Let go of me! Can you just go back to your own room and get some rest already?” Rachel exclaimed before she calmed herself down.

Upon hearing this, Victor frowned, tightening his grim on her arm.

“Are you driving me away? I already told you, I’m not drunk.

But if you don’t believe me, go ahead, touch me.”

“Touch you?”

Before Rachel could figure out what he meant, Victor lowered his head, took her hand and placed it on his forehead.