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.

that Rachel’s gaze was on the decoction in her hand, Mrs. Brown hurriedly explained, “Mr. Jones was fine yesterday. However, he suddenly had a fever this

couldn’t help but be worried.

Mrs. Brown could not help.but sigh. “But Mr. Jones has never

it to me.” Rachel raised her hand and fiddled with the hair by her ear to hide the unnatural

up Rachel, and a fleeting smile

took the

turned around and walked toward David’s bedroom

heard David’s low

David was not resting on the bed.

today, David was wearing dark blue pajamas. The outline of his collarbone and his sexy Adam’s apple could be vaguely seen at

body, vaguely outlining his strong

revealing firm arms. The blue blood vessels protruded, looking especially strong.

things down.” David’s indifferent voice sounded in the quiet bedroom, revealing an indifference that kept people a

that the person didn’t move, David raised his eyes and his pitch–black gaze pierced straight through with a piercing coldness.