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.

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

that man had

were no clues

remembered that there seemed to be a faint smell of ebony

wooden fragrance gradually

that was so close to her, she

stretched out his arm and gently

his arms. Smelling that cold scent,

how she closed her eyes, she could not fall

of them hugged each other,

lips were pressed against her temple, kissing

her face sweeping the loose hair at

itchy.” Rachel couldn’t help but

open her eyes. She kept her

movements were slow as if she was recalling

doing

Adam’s apple bobbed as he reached for her wrist.

you don’t

raised his eyebrows. She was getting better at blaming others

tonight?” David held her

Rachel nodded. “Sure.”

sun, the two of them walked hand in hand into

the things in her hands

walked up

Rachel’s hand and eyed her up and down and her

a little embarrassed and didn’t know how to

walked forward and reached our his arm to pull Rachel into his arms. “It’s 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

hold her hand as they walked

walked away, the smile on his face faded a little. He looked at Rosie and asked casually, “Has anyone

not say it explicitly, it was not difficult

said, “you know Old Mrs. Jones’s temper, Mr. David. She has always been reasonable and fair. Moreover, she really adores Miss

that she doesn’t care, but at the end of the day, Miss Marina is her

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