Captivation: Want Nothing But You
Chapter 1657

What Rachel didn’t notice was the subtle tightening of Alberto’s grip on his wheelchair’s armrest at her revelation.

But as she turned and walked back, he loosened his hold swiftly, as if that momentary tension had been a figment of his imagination.

“I’ve heard about him,” Alberto declared, his voice resonant.

“I heard he wasn’t exactly good to you.”

Rachel’s gaze fell upon him, and a tinge of surprise flickered in her eyes.

However, it quickly gave way to a smile of relief on her face.

Rachel’s surprise stemmed from her assumption that Alberto, who had been living abroad before, would be unaware of the events unfolding in Apliaria, particularly regarding matters of relationships.

But then, it made sense.

Even though the Gibson family had migrated, their roots were entrenched in Apliaria.

Hence, it was Likely they might have heard about these things.

Furthermore, the marriage of the previous head of Sullivan Group was anything but ordinary.

Many eyes had been fixated on Victor’s life partner.

The Gibsons were no exception.

As long as their interests were tied to Apliaria, they would be keenly aware of the local happenings.

Thus, it wasn’t improbable for Alberto to know of her past as Victor’s spouse, and how Victor had not been the kindest of husbands.

“Yes.” Her gaze locked with his, Rachel spoke, her smile never faltering.

“I hate him.”

Alberto remained silent.

“Besides Odin, I wished for his death the most,” Rachel declared, her tone casual.

Yet, the more relaxed her voice, the heavier her heart felt.

“Well, congratulations then!” Alberto’s voice was flat, void of any discernible emotion.

“Thank you.”

Alberto’s gaze then drifted to the French window.

Through the window, a small courtyard came into view, covered with a delicate layer of snow from a recent snowfall.

The gentle breeze occasionally rustled the branches and leaves, creating a serene and peaceful atmosphere.

“The meal is ready.” Rachel took a deep breath to ease the bitterness in her heart.

Alberto acknowledged with a nod and instructed, “Wheel me over.”

To ease his discomfort, Rachel agreed and gently pushed his wheelchair forward.

Pushing the wheelchair required little effort, and Rachel smoothly guided him back to the main building.

The empty house made Rachel increasingly uneasy.

Rachel guided him into the elevator and pressed the button for the second floor.

Once they arrived, she maneuvered the wheelchair to the table and secured the wheelchair’s wheels in place.

“Noodles?” Alberto’s low, somewhat surprised voice echoed as he looked the meal before him.

Evidently, he hadn’t anticipated that Rachel would attempt to appease him with such a simple dish.