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.

after, footsteps came from

could tell that this was not Mrs.

the door. She saw David in a black shirt appear

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

senses.

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

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

placed his palm on

held her breath and focused. Her fingertips curled up slightly as she gripped the blanket under her. “I feel much better…

hoarse, perhaps because of her fever last

of water. “Drink some

porridge

and noticed that Mrs. Brown was holding a plate in her hand. There was a white porcelain bowl on it that

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

not help but look at Rachel with a vague and ambiguous smile. “Miss Grey, if you need anything, just let me know.”

around and closed the door before leaving.

suddenly fell silent, and the

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