Betrayal At The Altar

Rachel took a deep breath and calmed herself down. “Thank you for telling me this, Mrs. Brown.”

Hearing her words, Mrs. Brown was stunned for a moment before she lowered her eyes to hide her shyness. “I was just saying it casually. I hope you don’t mind me nagging, Miss Grey.”

In fact, Mrs. Brown naturally had a plan in mind. She could tell that David cared about Rachel and also sensed Rachel’s hesitant attitude toward him. Since that was the case, she was willing to take this opportunity to matchmake the two,

Hence, she really could not accept Miss Grey’s thanks.

They walked around for a while. Mrs. Brown looked at the time and said, “Miss Grey, it’s time to take your medicine. Sir specially instructed you to do so.”

“Okay.”

After taking medicine, Rachel returned to her room to rest.

When David returned from outside, he subconsciously searched for Rachel in the living room and asked calmly, “Where’s Rae–Rae? Has she taken her medicine?”

His ordinary tone was like a husband asking about his wife.

Mrs. Brown’s eyes were filled with an ambiguous smile. “Miss Grey is still resting in her room.”

and said casually, “Remember to

for Mrs. Brown’s reply, he walked straight toward

open the

was dark, but his gaze instantly landed on Rachel, who was

like they had been drawn carefully by a painter.

revealing the beautiful curve of her shoulders and neck. A large area of her fair skin was exposed to the air.

a faint restless desire in

tie at the end of the bed,

out and gently brushed away the hair on her face. Her curly eyelash slowly slid down and finally landed on her red lips.

that belonged to her

and down, and his eyes

down to feel the softness again,

her eyes was David’s face right in front of her. His warm breath sprayed on her face, and his deep eyes seemed to have lit up

She sprang up from the bed in a panic and

hint of disappointment flashed across David’s eyes. He sat

ear. Her gaze inadvertently landed on the slight cut on David’s hand.

Brown’s words from earlier in the day surfaced in her mind. “It’s really funny that Mr. Jones was learning to cook porridge from me.” Hence, the cut should have

he was cooking.