Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 91

Perhaps the heavens had sensed David’s eagerness for rain, the rain gradually became heavier, and there were faint signs of a storm.

David ran into the car in the rain and successfully drenched himself. He also asked the driver to turn on the air conditioner in the car. As expected, David sensed that his body temperature was a little abnormal in the middle of the night.

David took out a thermometer and measured it. It was 101.3°F.

David got up and threw all the fever medicine and cold medicine the servants had prepared into the toilet bowl to flush them away. Then, David returned to the bed and revealed a satisfied smile.

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly.

After last night’s heavy rain, the air was faintly filled with the smell of grass and earth.

Rachel changed her clothes and was about to go downstairs. When Rachel opened the door, she happened to meet Mrs. Brown who passed by the door.

her hand, Mrs. Brown hurriedly explained, “Mr. Jones was fine yesterday. However, he suddenly had a fever this morning. I think it was probably because he was drenched in the rain last night.

be worried. “Have you informed the doctor?”

not help.but sigh. “But Mr. Jones has never liked

Rachel raised her hand and fiddled with the hair by her ear to hide the unnatural look that flashed across

secretly sized up Rachel, and a fleeting smile appeared in her eyes. “Thank you,

her lips and took

turned around and walked toward David’s bedroom with

heard David’s low and hoarse voice.

was not resting on the bed. Instead, he was flipping through a

pajamas. The outline of his collarbone and

thin pajamas clung to David’s body, vaguely outlining his

arms. The

the quiet bedroom,

didn’t move, David raised his eyes and his pitch–black gaze pierced straight through