Captivation: Want Nothing But You
Chapter 1659

Rachel remained silent.

She stooped to collect the broken shards strewn across the floor, tossing them silently into the waste bin.

This was the second time that night she found herself clearing up remnants.

Alberto was a stubborn man.

The moment he asked her to leave, Rachel should have taken her leave without uttering a word.

But for some reason, her heart was softened and she stayed.

Strangely, observing Alberto’s frigid demeanor earlier, she was reminded of Victor four years ago-crouched on the club’s private room couch, gripped by stomach pain.

Alberto and Victor had never met, yet their mannerisms echoed one another.

Perhaps it was this uncanny similarity that drew Rachel in.

She yearned to figure out the mystery.

She wanted to witness Alberto’s face behind the mask.

“Didn’t my words make sense to you?” Alberto watched as she continued collecting the pieces, his fingers itching to assist her but held back.

He was afraid she might injure herself.

His concern seeped into his voice, and his tone grew tense, hoping she would let the broken pieces be.

After finishing the final piece of glass, Rachel stood up and faced him.

“I get it.

However, since I’ve already promised to cook a meal for you, I want to fulfill that commitment.

I’ll leave once I’ve finished washing the dishes.”

Alberto’s attitude was not nice, but Rachel pretended not to realize it Alberto’s gaze held hers for a moment, without saying anything.

Assuming his silence as agreement, Rachel collected the bowls and forks from the table and headed to the kitchen.

It didn’t take her long to clean it up.

As she tidied up and dried her hands with tissue, Rachel prepared to bid farewell to Alberto.

To her surprise, when she turned around, she found him at the kitchen door, his eyes fixed on her the entire time.

She had intended to linger a bit longer, hoping to catch a glimpse of Alberto’s face behind the mask.

But, given his apparent desire for her to leave, she knew better than to outstay her welcome.

There would be other opportunities, she mused.

But, as her eyes met his, she was taken aback.

“Here, take this,” Alberto said, handing her something.

“What is this?” Rachel accepted the object.

“Scald ointment?”

Alberto remained silent.

Rachel’s eyebrows furrowed, questioning why he’d handed her the ointment.

She hadn’t burnt herself.

While lost in her thoughts, Rachel suddenly felt a slight sting on the back of her hand, which had gone unnoticed earlier.

It seemed that the cold water while washing the dishes had temporarily numbed the pain.

However, as the numbness wore off, the pain grew more pronounced.

She glanced down and noticed a red patch on the back of her hand, indicating a minor burn.

It wasn’t a large area, and unless someone paid close attention, it would be difficult to spot.

When had she gotten this burn?

Rachel pondered, but her memory came up short.

But… Alberto noticed it.

Realizing this, Rachel instinctively glanced at Alberto, only to discover that he had already maneuvered the wheelchair away and was heading downstairs.

It seemed that he had no concern for the ointment or her burn.