Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 85

Rachel took a deep breath and calmed herself down. “Thank you for telling me this, Mrs. Brown.”

Hearing her words, Mrs. Brown was stunned for a moment before she lowered her eyes to hide her shyness. “I was just saying it casually. I hope you don’t mind me nagging, Miss Grey.”

In fact, Mrs. Brown naturally had a plan in mind. She could tell that David cared about Rachel and also sensed Rachel’s hesitant attitude toward him. Since that was the case, she was willing to take this opportunity to matchmake the two,

Hence, she really could not accept Miss Grey’s thanks.

They walked around for a while. Mrs. Brown looked at the time and said, “Miss Grey, it’s time to take your medicine. Sir specially instructed you to do so.”

“Okay.”

After taking medicine, Rachel returned to her room to rest.

When David returned from outside, he subconsciously searched for Rachel in the living room and asked calmly, “Where’s Rae–Rae? Has she taken her medicine?”

His ordinary tone was like a husband asking about his wife.

Mrs. Brown’s eyes were filled with an ambiguous smile. “Miss Grey is still resting in her room.”

and said casually, “Remember

Mrs. Brown’s reply, he walked

pushed open the door to Rachel’s room.

on Rachel, who was

had been drawn carefully by a painter. Even though she slept obediently, it could not

of her shirt was open, revealing the beautiful curve of her shoulders and neck. A large area

a faint restless desire in the depths of his eyes.

bed, then unbuttoned his shirt collar

and gently brushed away the hair on her face. Her

that belonged to her kept appearing in his

up and down, and his eyes revealed strong desire.

but lean down to feel the softness again, Rachel suddenly opened her

warm breath sprayed on her face, and his deep eyes seemed to have lit

from the bed in a panic and shrank back, putting some distance between them.

across David’s eyes. He sat on the bed.

hand and tucked her hair behind her ear. Her

surfaced in her mind. “It’s really funny that Mr. Jones was learning to cook porridge from me.”

was cooking.

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