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.

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

man had disappeared

were no clues left

to be a faint smell of ebony on

wooden fragrance gradually became clear

face that was so close

David stretched out his arm and gently pulled

took the opportunity to snuggle into his arms. Smelling that cold scent, she felt

no matter how she closed her eyes, she could not

them hugged each other, their heartbeats gradually

thin lips were pressed against her

on her face sweeping the loose

Rachel couldn’t help

open her eyes. She kept her eyes closed, and the palm

his waist. Her movements were slow as if she was recalling

what she was doing was

he reached for her wrist.

it because you don’t have enough self-control?”

She was getting better at blaming others

to visit grandma tonight?” David held her

Rachel nodded. “Sure.”

the afterglow of the setting sun, the two of them walked hand in hand into Old Mrs.

Jones quickly put down the things in her hands and waved at Rachel. “Rae-Rae, come over and let grandma take a

obediently walked

Rachel’s hand and eyed

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

arm to pull Rachel into his arms. “It’s been a while

looked at Rachel with a smile. “Let’s go, Rae-Rae. Come on in and try

let Old Mrs. Jones hold

the two of them walked away, the smile on his face faded a little.

it was not difficult for Rosie to guess who he was talking

She has always been reasonable and fair. Moreover, she really adores Miss Grey. Miss Marina felt that Old Mrs. Jones was playing favorites. In the

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

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