Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Chapter 575

Betrayal At The Altar

Chapter 575

Rachel was sound asleep, dreaming.

Although it was just a dream, it was something that had really happened.

She went back to that long night five years ago in Phareborough.

The air was tainted with the smell of blood and gunpowder. The person who got shot was lying on the ground, struggling in pain.

However, no matter how fast she was, she could not surpass the speed of death.

No matter how hard she tried, she could only watch that person die. It was a huge blow for her.

Just as she was questioning herself, a bullet was fired at her.

Before she could turn around, someone suddenly showed up and pushed her to the ground.

Due to inertia, the two of them broke through the glass of the basement and rolled into a shabby and dark basement.

There was no light inside. It was endless, like a depraved abyss.

There was a strange aura in the air, and the pattering sound became especially clear.

Rachel could not see what was inside clearly, but she was sensitive enough to sense that danger was approaching.

She could not help but tense up. She subconsciously reached for her weapon, but then she realized that she had lost the dagger she carried with her.

Sensing her nervousness, the man beside her whispered. “Don’t be afraid.”

His voice was low and deep, like an ice-breaking spring tainted with a hint of coldness.

“You’re Crucsian?” Hearing the familiar language, Rachel felt more at ease.

The man responded indifferently.

On that long night, the man was like a guardian angel. He silently protected her and helped her make it out alive in this world.

slowly woke up and saw the blood on her hands that she realized

man had disappeared without a

no clues left

vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a faint smell

wooden fragrance gradually became clear

her eyes. When she saw David’s face that was so close to her, she could

to sleep.” David stretched out his arm and gently pulled her into his

opportunity to snuggle into his arms.

closed her

of them hugged each other, their heartbeats

were pressed against her temple,

feel his breath on her face sweeping the loose hair

Rachel couldn’t help but

was smiling but she did not open her eyes. She kept her eyes closed, and the palm on his chest

his waist. Her movements were slow as if she was

she was doing was leading

bobbed as he reached for her wrist. “Are you

because you don’t have enough

eyebrows. She was getting

to visit grandma tonight?” David held her

Rachel nodded. “Sure.”

the two of them walked

Jones quickly put down the things in her hands and waved

Rachel obediently walked up to

grinning happily. She held Rachel’s hand and eyed her up and

Old Mrs. Jones’s burning gaze, Rachel was a little embarrassed and

his arm to pull Rachel into his arms. “It’s been a while since the last time I

been a while.” Old Mrs. Jones glared at him angrily. Then, she looked at Rachel with a smile. “Let’s go, Rae-Rae. Come on in and try the new coffee that

Old Mrs. Jones hold her hand as they

faded a little. He looked at Rosie and asked casually, “Has anyone disturbed Old Mrs. Jones

he did not say it explicitly, it was not difficult

She has always been reasonable and fair. Moreover,

but sigh. “Old Mrs. Jones said that she doesn’t care, but

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