Captivation Want Nothing But You Chapter 139 by Adolf Dunne
"What are you doing standing there? Hand me the hammer.” His cold voice pulled her back from
her moment of shock.
"You..." Rachel blinked once more. She looked into Victor''s eyes and asked, “You want to build the
crib?” Victor didn’t even make an effort to answer her question. Instead, he said, “Rachel, before you
give birth to the baby, you have to stay healthy. After that, I don''t care if you want to be a cripple.
That''s your business.”
His words caught Rachel off guard. She didn’t even know what to say to that man anymore. The
slight warmth she had felt when she saw him take the initiative to build the crib vanished to
nothingness. To him, she was just an object. One that was bearing his child. She shouldn''t have held
any hope for the scum. Nor should she have ever considered him to be human.
He stretched out his hand, and reminded her icily, “Hammer.” With the corners of her mouth forced
into a smile, Rachel suppressed every singleint she wanted to throw at him and obediently
took out the hammer from the toolbox before handing it to him. 1 Then he started working on the
crib, and from time to time, Victor would ask her to hand him the tools he needed. “Spanner.”
Rachel handed it to him. “Threerge-size nails.”
Rachel picked three nails from the box and gave them to him. Looking at the nails, Victor frowned
and said, “I saidrge size, not the medium ones.” Rachel was confused. She nced at the three
nails and then at him. “They are thergest ones here.” Victor stared at her saying nothing. Rachel
curled her lips, not afraid of his chilling eyes. “If you don''t believe me, thene and see for
yourself. You think I would lie about nails?”
As soon as she finished speaking, Victor stood up, walked over, and rummaged through the box.
Rachel stood beside him. After watching him search for a while, she murmured, “See? I told you they
are...” Before she could finish her words, he held three nails in his hands, clearlyrger than the ones
she found. Looking at her choked expression, the urge to kiss her began to stir again. He quickly
looked away. “You''d better pray that my child doesn''t inherit your IQ, Rachel.”
With a nk face he strode back to the crib. "Huh?" Rachel was stunned for the millionth time that
day. Did he just imply that she was stupid? That she had a low IQ not fit for his child? Rachel gritted
her teeth. She had searched the toolbox carefully but hadn''t seen nails asrge as the ones he held.
Where had theye from? 1 She or her alias “King of Hearts’ had been the most outstanding
talent to be seen since the establishment of the Red Hackers. And now her IQ was being
questioned? Rachel''spetitiveness couldn''t allow it. She lowered her head and looked once
more for therge nails in the tool kit. But what she didn''t know was that they hadn''t been in the kit,
to begin with. Victor had had them with him before he stood up to search the toolbox.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Rachel looking for them. He moved the bag of nails at his feet to
a ce where she couldn''t see it. An small smile appeared on his face. Even he didn''t realize how
childish the prank was. After searching for a long time, Rachel still couldn’t find even onerge nail.
She frowned and started doubting herself. Could she have really missed them just now? People said
that being pregnant made a woman stupid for three whole years.
Had her IQ really dropped because of the pregnancy? Soon, the crib was almost done, leaving only
thest small nk to be attached. Looking at the baby crib already in shape, Rachel couldn''t help
but smile proudly. The finished product was cuter and more beautiful than how it looked in the
pictures. Looking at thest small nk in Victor''s hand, Rachel wanted to have a try herself. She
was always interested in hand-crafted things.
And it was a crib. Rachel had never made such a thing before. Although the child wouldn''t use that
one... Noticing how she looked at the crib, Victor looked into her eyes and asked, “Do you want to
give it a try?” Rachel didn’t answer. But when she looked at him, the expression in her eyes told him
that she did. “You can have a try if you want, but be careful with your wrist,” said Victor in a low
voice while looking at her wrist.
Hearing this, Rachel''s eyes lit up. “No problem.” As she spoke, she took the hammer from Victor
before he could change his mind. She held the nail with her right hand and the hammer in her left
hand. Her strength was just right, and she hit the nail in the right ce. Standing aside, Victor''s eyes
were fixed on her. Before long, she finished putting thest nk. Although she hadn’t done most
of the work she had finished it, which somewhat made up for the unpleasantness she had
experienced.
She looked at the crib with a faint smile. Looking sideways at her shining eyes, Victor was slightly
distracted. “All right.” Rachel put the hammer back in the box as she returned the other tools as
well. Only then did he notice that she had been using her left hand the whole time. He asked,
“When did you learn to use your left hand?” The smile on Rachel''s face froze. She had been born
left-handed, but when she joined the Red Hackers, she would asionally go out on missions.
To avoid her identity being exposed, she forced herself to exercise using her right hand for a long
time and even wrote with her right hand anytime she was on missions. Now that her right wrist was
injured, she had subconsciously used her left hand. She had forgotten that the woman she was
impersonating was right-handed. Rachel thought quickly and the panic disappeared in an instant, as
she came up with a story.
She said calmly, “My right hand was injured before. I had to train my left hand during the recovery.
But I didn''t train it for long. I can only do simple things with my left hand, but not the harder one
like writing.” Squinting his eyes, Victor obviously doubted her words. “Your right hand was injured
before? Why didn’t I know of this?”
Rachel thought for a moment. Her lie needed a back-up fast. Then she raised her eyes and looked at
him. With a faint smile on her face, she said it inly as if it was the most obvious thing on earth. “It
happened when I was a child. Grandma...no, I should call her Mrs. Sullivan now. Didn''t you throw all
my documents into the shredder when Mrs. Sullivan showed them to you? You didn''t read any of
them, so it''s not surprising that you don''t know plenty about me.”
Hearing Rachel''s de-like words, Victor wanted to defend himself but he couldn''t. He had done
just as she said At that time, he hadn''t cared who his future wife would be. For him, the marriage
was just to fulfill his grandma''s wish.
So he didn''t care who Rachel was, what she looked like, or even her life story In fact, if Rachel hadn''t
done so many stupid things that always challenged his patience, maybe he wouldn''t hate her as
much as he did. His eyes reflected her face, as well as theplex emotions surging in his heart.
Rachel didn’t know what was on Victor''s mind. She wondered if he had bought her story.
Although her right hand had really been injured before, she hadn''t received any training to use her
left hand at all. If Victor really doubted her story and decided to investigate it, he would find out the
truth. At that moment, someone knocked on the door.
As the two of them were lost in their thoughts, Lukas''s voice came from outside, “Mr.
Sullivan, Miss Schultz is here.”
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