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.

came from the

tell that this was not Mrs. Brown’s footsteps.

saw David in a black shirt appear at the bedroom door.

at the tall, straight man in front of her for a long time

senses.

out that it was not her imagination when

side. At the side

palm

moment he approached with his cold aura, Rachel subconsciously held her breath and focused. Her fingertips curled up

voice was a little hoarse, perhaps because of her fever

a glass of water.

the porridge is ready.”

Brown was holding a plate in her hand. There was a white porcelain bowl

hand to unbutton the cuffs of his shirt. He rolled up his sleeves and said in a calm and magnetic voice, “Give

Rachel with a vague and ambiguous

turned around and closed the door

silent, and the

had acute gastroenteritis last night, and it caused a fever. The doctor suggested that you keep a bland diet recently.” David’s slim fingers held the spoon and slowly stirred the porridge in the bowl. He brought it to his lips and blew on it before bringing it

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