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.

came from the bedroom door.

could tell that this was not

saw David in a

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

senses.

imagination when she had vaguely

side. At the

placed his palm

approached with his cold aura, Rachel subconsciously held her breath and focused. Her fingertips curled up slightly as she gripped the

a little hoarse, perhaps because of her

handed her a glass of water. “Drink

the porridge

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

hand to unbutton the cuffs of his shirt. He rolled up his

she could not help but look at Rachel with a vague and ambiguous smile. “Miss Grey, if you

she turned around and closed

room suddenly fell silent, and the atmosphere was slightly

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