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 Mrs. Brown’s

was fixed on the door. She saw David in a black shirt appear at the bedroom door.

stared at the tall, straight man in front of her for a

senses.

that it was not her imagination when

David walked to Rachel’s side. At the side of the

he placed his palm

Her fingertips curled up slightly

voice was a little hoarse, perhaps because of her fever last night.

handed her a glass of

the porridge is

up and noticed that Mrs. Brown was holding a plate in her hand. There was a white porcelain

rolled up his sleeves and said in a calm and magnetic voice, “Give

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

around and closed the door

suddenly fell silent, and the atmosphere

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