Betrayal At The Altar

Without her companion, Rachel lost interest in admiring the beautiful scenery and simply returned the way she came.

In the distance, the young socialites led by Hannah saw Rachel’s return, their eyes filled with probing as they sized her up.

Even though they had seen Rachel return, the young socialites did not approach her. It was obvious that they were deliberately isolating Rachel.

These were all childish tricks. Rachel naturally wouldn’t take them to heart.

With no one to disturb her, she was glad for the peace and quiet.

Rachel sat in a quiet corner, searching for information on her phone.

“What’s the most suitable gift for a boyfriend’s birthday?” Mary read out Rachel’s search term with a flat voice.

Instinctively, Rachel turned off her phone screen and glared at her friend angrily. “Don’t you make any sound when you walk?”

Mary noticed Rachel’s slightly swollen lips and a meaningful smile flickered across Mary’s face. “You’re the one who’s distracted.”

fingers across her lips. “Since you’re here, help

glass straw between her fingers, stirring the ice in the crystal glass as she sighed softly. “It feels

something he definitely doesn’t have.”

and said seriously, “I heard that Mr. Jones has been alone all these years and is known

Rachel fell silent.

A woman’s love?

have expected Mary to help her think of an

to her. “Rae-Rae, tell me quietly. Have you

looked at her

eyebrows, hinting,

what Mary was referring to. Rachel’s fair cheeks stained with a hint of red now, she

hand onto the table.

Rachel didn’t answer her.

After hesitating for a while, she stammered, “He… I can’t possibly take the initiative for such

it be that he really has some unspeakable hidden illness

thought of an indescribable scene, her wrist feeling slightly sore.