Betrayal At The Altar

Chapter 8

Rachel Grey instantly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was David Jones handsome, flawless face. Surprise flashed through her almond–shaped eyes, and she exclaimed, “What are you doing here?”

She had just seen her a few hours ago, and now they had met again.

David was wearing a bespoke three pieces suit that fitted him nicely, which enhanced the innate elegance and nobleness he carried.

“I’m here to visit an elderly.” His dark eyes landed on Rachel’s face, and a fleeting twinkle appeared in his eyes. He repeated, “Are you okay?”

Rachel raised her head to look at him to find herself looking straight into the black hole of his dark, unfathomable eyes. Her heart naturally skipped a beat. “I’m fine.”

“I’m talking about here,” David poked at his chest where his heart was as he spoke. “Usually, most women would choose to cry out loud and have a good release of their emotion. Want to give it a try?”

As he spoke, he took a handkerchief and handed it to Rachel.

faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. “Crying doesn’t solve any problem. Furthermore,

terribly painful, isn’t it?” He gazed at

the wind blew. Her vision slowly emptied as she muttered, “How could it not?”

with true love but had

before he said, pursing his lips, “True. Instead of hanging on to someone

somehow made Rachel’s heartbeat quicken. She stared into his deep, mysterious

words. “Since you know that he has his heart somewhere else, there’s no point trying to make his stay. Being apart

stared at him in

stranger. It was a surprise for

forcing him to stay, letting him go would be the better option, and it would also be a chance for her to start over. She, Rachel Grey, would not stay in denial and refuse to get

peace of mind she used to have.