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.

something on my face?” Rachel asked. She found it

you well,” David said with a faint smile at the corner of his

hesitated for half a second before asking, “Were you the one who

finished washing up that morning, she found the new outfit neatly laid out on her bed. She changed into the outfit without giving it much

thought that Old Mrs. Jones had prepared the outfit for her, but it turned out it

size of the outfit was surprisingly perfect. “Either he is used to doing such things, or…

size is

accept

man in front of her,

resignation,

expect that he would remember her conversation with Old Mrs. Jones.

said, “I can handle it myself.”

opened the car door to get out, but David held her hand tightly.