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.

she saw Rachel. Sensing 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 morning. I think it was probably because he was drenched in

but be worried.

the mention of this, Mrs. Brown could not help.but sigh. “But Mr. Jones has never liked to take medicine. I have

raised her hand and fiddled with the hair by her ear

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

her lips and took the tray with both hands.

and walked toward David’s

David’s

resting on the bed. Instead, he was

wearing dark blue pajamas. The outline of his collarbone and

clung to David’s body, vaguely outlining his strong and sexy

The blue blood vessels

voice sounded in the quiet bedroom, revealing an indifference that kept

his eyes and his pitch–black gaze pierced straight through with a