Betrayal At The Altar

Rachel’s eyelashes trembled. She wanted to open her eyes, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not open them. Her consciousness gradually fell into endless darkness.

When she woke up again, she found herself in an unfamiliar environment.

She sat up abruptly and surveyed the surroundings.

“This is not my room!

“Why am I here?” she thought.

At this moment, an unfamiliar woman walked in from outside. When she saw Rachel had woken up, a friendly smile appeared on her face. “Miss Grey, you’re awake.”

“You are…?” Rachel looked at the woman and sized her up.

Hearing her words, the woman’s smile widened. “I’m the maid here. If you don’t mind, you can call me Mrs. Brown.”

As she spoke, she suddenly thought of something. “Miss Grey, please wait a moment. I’ll inform Mr. Jones now.”

Before Rachel could react, she turned around and left the room.

Not long after, footsteps came from the bedroom door.

this was not Mrs. Brown’s footsteps.

on the door. She saw David in a black shirt

was suddenly stunned. She stared at the tall, straight man in front of her for a

senses.

out that it was not her imagination when she had vaguely heard David’s voice

side. At the

placed his palm

moment he approached with his cold aura, Rachel subconsciously held her breath and focused. Her

little hoarse, perhaps because

glass of

the porridge

in her hand. There was a white porcelain bowl on

of his shirt. He rolled up his sleeves and said in a calm

Rachel with a vague and ambiguous smile. “Miss Grey,

she turned around and closed

silent, and the atmosphere was slightly awkward.

had acute gastroenteritis last night, and it caused a fever. The doctor suggested that you keep a bland diet recently.” David’s slim fingers held the spoon and slowly stirred the porridge in the bowl. He brought it to his lips and