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

this moment, when he heard that his aunt Eleanor was determined to act as a go–between for him and Rachel, a layer of cold sweat involuntarily appeared

she driving him away in advance instead of cementing the ties

him and Rachel by marriage?

voice sounded at the entrance of the

her to the sofa. After Rachel sat down, Eleanor said, “You don’t know how happy I was when hearing that you were

Rachel smiled.

quickly.” Eleanor hurriedly

You two were in the same senior high school. Do you still remember him?”

Rachel looked up at Charles with a meaningful smile. “Ah, I have some impression of him.”

syllable, her words revealing

some reason, Charles felt a chill run down his spine when seeing her half–smile.

stiffly. “Miss Grey,

he could not help despising himself in his

cliche this opening

been thinking about

her red lips curled into a bright smile. “Mr.

like this, he seemed to recall the night when he was hung upside down on the tree. His body trembled violently, and he hurriedly