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.”

said casually, “Remember to prepare a

Mrs. Brown’s reply, he walked straight

tie and pushed open the

gaze instantly landed on Rachel, who was sleeping quietly

had been drawn carefully by a painter. Even though she slept obediently, it

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

eyes darkened slightly, and there was a faint restless desire

the tie at the end of the bed, then unbuttoned his shirt

on her face. Her curly eyelash slowly slid down and finally landed on her red

to her kept appearing in

down, and his eyes revealed

help but lean down to feel the softness again,

face right in front of her. His warm breath sprayed on her face, and his deep eyes seemed

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

sat on the bed. “Do

behind her ear. Her gaze inadvertently landed on the slight cut on

really funny that Mr. Jones was learning to cook porridge from me.”

was cooking.

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