Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

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.

long after, footsteps came from the

that this was not Mrs.

door. She saw David

front of her for a long time before gradually returning

senses.

it was not her imagination when she had vaguely heard David’s voice before she fainted.

better?” David walked to Rachel’s side. At

he placed his palm on her forehead.

cold aura, Rachel subconsciously held her breath and focused. Her fingertips curled up slightly as she

little hoarse, perhaps because

her a glass of water. “Drink

the porridge is ready.”

hand. There was a white porcelain bowl on it that was emitting some

rolled up his sleeves and said

with a vague and ambiguous smile. “Miss Grey, if you need anything,

and closed the

room suddenly fell silent, and the atmosphere

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