Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 210
Olivia stood at the door in a white dress.
Her pale face was covered in tears, and the marks of the two slaps from Rachel could be vaguely seen on her cheeks. They were abnormally red and swollen and were especially eye–catching.
She looked pitiful, like a flower that had been ravaged.
“Louis…” Her gentle voice was mixed with heartbroken hoarseness as she plunged into his arms with tears in her eyes.
Louis frowned and felt a sharp pain in his heart.
He reached out and pulled Olivia into his arms. He patted her trembling body gently and comforted her. “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”
Olivia’s mother, Bertha Cruise, did not want to disturb them, so she left quietly.
However, as she walked away, she deliberately took a look.
As expected, Olivia pulled Louis into her room. A vague and ambiguous smile flashed across Olivia’s mother’s eyes.
At that moment, a servant walked over with a cup of tea for Richard. “Madam.”
“Give it to me.” Bertha reached out to take the things and turned to walk into Richard Cruise’s study.
As soon as she entered, Bertha choked on the smoke lingering in the room and coughed repeatedly.
She placed the tea on the table and waved away the dirty air in front of her. Then, she walked to the balcony and opened the window.
“Why are you smoking so much for no reason? You don’t care about your health anymore.”
Richard took a deep puff of his cigarette and slowly exhaled white smoke from his mouth. “Louis is here?”
“He’s in Olivia’s room.” There was a hint of an ambiguous smile on Bertha’s face.
Richard frowned imperceptibly. He put out the cigarette in his hand and
threw it into the ashtray. He said in a deep voice, “Since he is willing to come, it means that he still cares about Olivia. As long as he cares, things won’t be too difficult.”
“What do you mean?”
Bertha was an actress in the opera troupe a few years ago. She only knew how to win a man’s heart, so she naturally did not understand these twists and turns in the business world.
She sized up the serious expression on Richard’s face. “Do you have other plans?”
“Olivia’s reputation was destroyed, and the marriage arrangement between the Smith family and us was also delayed. I naturally have to make Rachel Grey pay the price!”
As he spoke, Richard’s eyes flashed with a ruthless cold light.
At the same time, Rachel felt a chill run down her spine. “Achoo!”
“Did you catch a cold?” David felt for Rachel’s slightly cold hand, took off his coat, and wrapped it around her.
Rachel sniffed. “I’m fine.”
The two of them bent down and got into the car. David instructed the driver to turn on the warm air.
The car drove toward Rachel’s apartment.
That was not the first time David had sent Rachel home, so Rachel did. not think too much about it.
Rachel felt that something was off only when David followed her all the way to the entrance of the apartment and refused to leave.
She had some vague guesses but pretended not to know. She blinked and looked at him innocently. “I’ve reached home.”
In other words, he could leave.
David looked at her tiredly and explained seriously, “I’m so tired. I just want to sleep for a while.”
Rachel was speechless.
No wonder he had been forcing himself not to sleep.
He was laying the groundwork for that!
David did not carry Rachel into the house like a bandit. Instead, he explained reasonably, “I took a flight for more than ten hours and didn’t rest for two whole nights. I went to look for you as soon as I got off the plane.”
“So?” Rachel hid the smile on her face and looked at him, pretending not to understand what he was saying.
“I’ll just take a nap on the couch.”
Rachel looked at the fatigue in his eyes and finally gave in. She moved aside and invited David into the apartment.
David was genuinely tired.