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.

tell that this was not

saw David in a black

in front of her for a long time before

senses.

out that it was not her imagination when she had vaguely

Rachel’s side. At the

he placed his palm

subconsciously held her breath and focused. Her fingertips curled up slightly as she gripped the blanket under her.

a little hoarse, perhaps because of

handed her a glass of water. “Drink some water.”

the porridge

Mrs. Brown was holding a plate in her hand. There

his hand to unbutton the cuffs of his shirt. He rolled up his

not help but look at Rachel with a vague and ambiguous smile. “Miss Grey, if you need anything,

she turned around and closed

silent, and the atmosphere

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 blew on it before bringing it to Rachel’s lips. “Try