Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Chapter 474

After Old Mr. Johnson was discharged from the hospital, Rachel had been staying at Johnson’s Mansion.

It was already ten o’clock. If it wasn’t for this, Rachel would definitely have gone to bed at this hour.

However, when she remembered what her maternal grandfather had said to her at the study today, she was immediately wide awake.

She tossed and turned in bed when she suddenly received a text from David. “Are you asleep?”

Rachel turned around and lay on the bed. His fingertips tapped quickly on the keyboard as she replied, “Not yet.”

The next second, David sent a photo.

No one was more familiar with the background of this photo than Rachel was.

She quickly jumped out of bed, grabbed a thin jacket, and rushed out of her

room.

She was in such a hurry that she almost bumped into Ms. Wright, who was holding a glass of warm milk. “Miss Grey, where are you going so late at night?”

for some fresh air,” Rachel said before disappearing from Ms.

had always been chilly at night in Seaxas in the

a sightseeing tram to the entrance of

the street lamp at first

black suit and was almost blending into

stood motionless like a Greek sculpture, exuding an unconcealable aura

facial features were well-defined and deep, like an exceptional piece of G*d’s creation. His

of them had only not seen each other for a few days,

into a smile as

coldness in his eyes quickly resolved

into his arms and raised her head to kiss his chin. Her beautiful eyes were glistening. “If

you away from

David’s palm landed on her

and sensitively smelled an unusual scent on

the

completely

that he

buried her face in his chest and sniffed harder, just

My maternal grandfather asked me to talk