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.

was not Mrs. Brown’s

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

at the tall, straight man in front of

senses.

out that it was not her imagination when she had

side. At the side of

he placed his palm on her forehead.

with his cold aura, Rachel subconsciously held her breath and focused. Her fingertips

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

her a glass of water. “Drink some

the porridge

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

cuffs of his shirt. He rolled up his sleeves and said

but look at Rachel with a vague and ambiguous smile. “Miss Grey, if you need anything, just let me

closed

silent, and the atmosphere was

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