Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 82

Rachel’s eyelashes trembled. She wanted to open her eyes, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not open them. Her consciousness gradually fell into endless darkness.

When she woke up again, she found herself in an unfamiliar environment.

She sat up abruptly and surveyed the surroundings.

“This is not my room!

“Why am I here?” she thought.

At this moment, an unfamiliar woman walked in from outside. When she saw Rachel had woken up, a friendly smile appeared on her face. “Miss Grey, you’re awake.”

“You are…?” Rachel looked at the woman and sized her up.

Hearing her words, the woman’s smile widened. “I’m the maid here. If you don’t mind, you can call me Mrs. Brown.”

As she spoke, she suddenly thought of something. “Miss Grey, please wait a moment. I’ll inform Mr. Jones now.”

Before Rachel could react, she turned around and left the room.

after, footsteps came from the

was not Mrs. Brown’s footsteps.

on the door. She saw David

straight man in front of

senses.

out that it was not her imagination when she had vaguely heard David’s voice before she

David walked to Rachel’s side. At the side of

palm on her forehead.

subconsciously held her breath and focused. Her fingertips curled up slightly as she gripped

little hoarse, perhaps because of her fever last

handed her a glass of water. “Drink some

porridge is ready.”

her hand. There was a white porcelain bowl on

cuffs of his shirt. He rolled up his sleeves and said in a calm and magnetic

but look at Rachel with a vague and ambiguous smile. “Miss Grey, if you

closed the door

fell silent, and the atmosphere

fingers held the spoon and slowly stirred the porridge in the bowl. He brought it to

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