Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Chapter 276 Not To Be Provoked

Charles quickly put out the cigarette in his hand, and a panic that could not be covered appeared between his eyebrows. “Don’t tell me that you really want me to marry her!”

“What’s wrong with that?” Eleanor looked at Charles disapprovingly. “You two grew up together, so you can be considered childhood sweethearts. In addition, with my relationship with you and her, isn’t it a good thing for you two to be closer to each other? Besides, if Rae–Rae really marries into the Page family, you should thank Heaven!”

As she spoke, there was a hint of longing in her eyes.

Charles’s eyebrows twitched.

He and Rachel were not childhood sweethearts.

When he was in school, he had always looked down on Rachel, who was the eldest daughter of the Johnson family, but her surname wasn’t Johnson.

In addition, his aunt Eleanor was quite partial to Rachel at that time. As Katy’s elder brother, to help Katy vent her spleen, he deliberately targeted Rachel in school.

There was a spring outing organized by the school. Coincidentally, he was in the same group as Rachel. He deliberately left her in the wilderness. He wanted to take the opportunity to scare her and destroy her prestige. Unexpectedly, he lost his way halfway and even stepped on a trap that he had set up in advance. And then, he was hung from a tree for half the night. The whole process was too embarrassing for him, so it was not appropriate to mention it.

However, after that incident, Charles knew that Rachel wasn’t someone to be provoked.

he saw Rachel, he would always keep a respectful distance

a go–between for him and Rachel, a layer of cold sweat involuntarily appeared on his

away in advance instead of cementing

and Rachel

voice sounded at the

sofa. After Rachel sat down, Eleanor said, “You don’t know

Rachel smiled.

over quickly.” Eleanor hurriedly

in the same senior high school.

a meaningful smile. “Ah, I have some impression

last syllable, her words revealing a hint of

a chill run down his spine when

lips stiffly. “Miss Grey, it’s been a

as he finished speaking, he could not help despising

cliche this opening

as if he had been thinking about her

her red lips curled into a bright smile. “Mr. Page, long

he seemed to recall the night when he was hung