Betrayal At The Altar

Chapter 27

Not long after, Old Mrs. Jones woke up from her slumber.

When she saw the gauze wrapped around Rachel’s hand, she asked in surprise, “Are you okay? How did you get hurt?”

While speaking, Old Mrs. Jones glanced at David. There was a

complicated look in her

eyes.

She thought to herself, “Don’t tell me that he was too forceful with her and accidentally hurt her in the process?”

Rachel smiled. “I got a scratch when I accidentally broke a flowerpot earlier. Mrs. Jones, please don’t worry. It’s just a minor injury.”

“I’m glad you’re fine.” Old Mrs. Jones nodded thoughtfully. She suddenly grabbed Rachel’s hand and said with a kind smile, “Since you’re hurt, you should stay here tonight.”

David raised his eyebrows. He chimed in, “Yeah, and it’s raining outside. I don’t think it’s going to stop anytime soon, or at least not tonight.”

“Rachel, your body is not fully recovered yet. You must not expose yourself to the rain. Since you’re also injured, it would be terrible for you to get drenched,” Old Mrs. Jones said seriously.

David handed a cup of tea to Old Mrs. Jones. With a small smile, he said, “Grandma’s words make sense.”

Rachel, who didn’t have a chance to speak, was speechless. Old Mrs. Jones’s proposal was out of the blue, catching her off guard. She did not know how to respond to the old woman’s kindness.

was forced to spend the night at their place. It had all happened so suddenly.

them sat down at the table to

an elegant dining etiquette. Her eyes sparkled as she said, “Rachel, are your parents both

her gaze. She shook her head and said softly, “My mother passed away when I was very

her father… It was better not to think about him at all.

appeared in Rachel’s eyes. She thought to herself,

and said, “Then, are you living on your own? If you are, why don’t you move in here with me? It’s not safe for a young girl to live alone. If you move here, at least I can take

talk when you’re eating. That’s your own rule.” David gave his grandmother a look and interrupted

be broken!” Old Mrs. Jones snorted softly before pouting. “You’re trying so

David was speechless.

She then lowered her head and

a hand reached

watched with fascination as

shell of the shrimp in a

someone who could peel a shrimp so gracefully and quickly. She had caught sight of