Betrayal At The Altar

“Has the injury on your hand gotten better?” Old Mrs. Jones asked as she picked up the cup in front of her and took a sip

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Rachel shrank her hand back and smiled. “It’s just a small cut,” she said. “Thank you for your concern.”

“David arranged for Eddie to go to the pharmacy to get some medicine overnight,” Old Mrs. Jones said. “I thought the injury was serious, and I was worried all night. But now that you say it’s not a big deal, I feel relieved.” She put down the cup. There was a hint of mystery in her smile as she continued, “After all these years, it’s the first time I’ve seen David get so nervous about someone.”

It had also been a long time since David last showed care and concern for someone else. Upon hearing that, Rachel lowered her gaze and curled her fingertips slightly. The fluttering of her eyelashes seemed to reveal a slight emotional turmoil within her.

When David returned to the living room, Rachel said she need to get going.

Knowing that Rachel was going back to the hospital to complete her discharge procedures, Old Mrs. Jones did not try to persuade Rachel to stay. Instead, she repeatedly reminded David to take good care of Rachel.

In the car, David gripped the steering wheel with one hand and occasionally glanced over at Rachel.

She found it

a faint smile at the

half a second before

out on her bed. She changed into the

Old Mrs. Jones had prepared the outfit for

he is used to doing such things, or… he has a cross–dressing

eyes. A smile then appeared at the corner of his eyes. “The size is labeled on the clothes, so it wasn’t hard

barely accept this explanation.

about how her undergarments were prepared by the man in front of her,

you encounter any trouble related to your resignation, you can call me directly,”

did not expect that he would remember her conversation with Old Mrs.

and said, “I can handle it myself.”

at the hospital entrance. Rachel opened the car door to