Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Old Mrs. Jones noticed a natural charm in Rachel’s expressions, with a hint of intriguing playfulness in the corner of her lips.

It seemed that her grandson wasn’t completely clueless and had some usefulness after all.

If things continued like this, she believed it wouldn’t be long before she could hold her great-grandchild in her arms.

With these thoughts in mind, her gaze toward David softened a bit.

Rachel obediently called out, “Mrs. Jones.”

“Rae-Rae.” Old Mrs. Jones stepped forward, took her hand, and gently patted it. “Why haven’t you been visiting Trinisia garden lately? Are you too busy with work?”

As she spoke, she led Rachel by the hand towards the couch.

Old Mrs. Jones was born into a prestigious family. She exuded innate grace and elegance in her every move. Despite her old age, she had taken excellent care of herself, maintaining a youthful appearance with silver hair.

Sitting on the couch, she radiated a commanding presence that needed -no anger to assert itself.

“I’ve noticed that you’ve been losing weight recently. Have you not been resting well?” Old Mrs. Jones reached out and gently touched Rachel’s face. Her gaze slowly moved downward and settled on Rachel’s belly, carefully observing for a moment. “You’re so thin. You should eat more regularly.”

Rachel smiled and replied, “I will.”

Old Mrs, Jones hinted with a certain meaning, “This belly should also gain some weight.”

Upon hearing those words, Rachel fell silent, feeling somewhat awkward. She lowered her gaze, and a hint of unnatural redness appeared on her cheeks.

At that moment, David sat beside Rachel and naturally wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “You’re truly confused, Grandma. Engagements, marriages, and having children have a specific order. How could you forget the words you said yourself?”

Old Mrs. Jones went speechless.

She glared at David with a touch of annoyance in her eyes, clearly expressing her dissatisfaction.

How dare he pretended to be a gentleman?

He was obviously contracting himself!

be messed up, he had already taken

at David with irritation, then took Rachel’s hand and spoke gently, “It’s rare to find a girl

David did not speak.

sitting beside her, pursing her lips and making an effort to suppress the smile that wanted to form. “He’s very

David’s lips

was still his wife, who knew how to care for him and

wanting to question

become the

he was personally chosen and groomed by that

was

make David arrogant. So, Old Mrs. Jones decided to add, “He is truly outstanding, but

Rachel did not know how to refute the

night

and spoke meaningfully, “I’m sorry that this wretched boy

Rachel’s gaze flickered slightly.

had heard

but now she couldn’t shake the feeling

tone didn’t seem like an act

that something unexpected would happen when she

Mrs. Jones finally got up

Jones. Why not have lunch before you go?” Rachel

smiled and said, “You’re such a thoughtful girl, at least you know

beside

Mrs. Jones leave, the two of them turned and

waist, David led her toward the room. Suddenly, Rachel paused her

David’s brows furrowed

looked at him, a hint of frustration in her eyes.

been troubling

the Johnson family had any connection to the Johnson family in Aureliana. She also couldn’t fathom where the engagement came from or why her

this mysterious engagement had too many unanswered

as if something was pulling her in a certain direction as if

the road, but as a traveler, she had no idea what the path beneath her feet represented, nor