Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 82
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.
Rachel could tell that this was not Mrs. Brown’s footsteps.
Her gaze was fixed on the door. She saw David in a black shirt appear at the bedroom door.
Rachel was suddenly stunned. She stared at the tall, straight man in front of her for a long time before gradually returning to her
It turned out that it was not her imagination when she had vaguely heard David’s voice before she fainted.
“Feeling better?” David walked to Rachel’s side. At the side of the
bed, he placed his palm on her forehead.
The moment he approached with his cold aura, Rachel subconsciously held her breath and focused. Her fingertips curled up slightly as she gripped the blanket under her. “I feel much better…
Her voice was a little hoarse, perhaps because of her fever last night.
David handed her a glass of water. “Drink some water.”
“Sir, the porridge is ready.”
Rachel looked up and noticed that Mrs. Brown was holding a plate in her hand. There was a white porcelain bowl on it that was emitting some steam.
David lifted his hand to unbutton the cuffs of his shirt. He rolled up his sleeves and said in a calm and magnetic voice, “Give it to me.”
After Mrs. Brown realized David’s intentions, she could not help but look at Rachel with a vague and ambiguous smile. “Miss Grey, if you need anything, just let me know.”
Finishing, she turned around and closed the door before leaving.
The room suddenly fell silent, and the atmosphere was slightly awkward.
“You had acute 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 porridge in the bowl. He brought it to his lips and blew on it before bringing it to Rachel’s lips. “Try it.”
“I’ll do it myself.” Rachel lowered her eyes in a panic and leaned back to avoid him.
However, David made up his mind to feed her. He stubbornly placed the spoon by her lips.
They were in a deadlock for a moment. Rachel compromised and
opened her mouth.”
However, she had no appetite and shook her head after eating a few mouthfuls. “I’m full.”
“Even if you don’t have an appetite, you should at least eat some.” David looked at her with a soft gentleness in his eyes. He coaxed her again, “Be good. Eat more. After you’re done, I’ll take you for a walk in the garden.”
Rachel looked at David aggrievedly. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. “But I really can’t eat anymore.”
After saying that, she realized that her words had a hint of coquettishness.
In the past, when she was sick, she was always alone. She was used to being strong alone and dealing with everything alone. However, David’s appearance and meticulous care seemed to have drawn out the softness and grievances buried deep in her heart.
Her words came out naturally without any preparation.
Perhaps wheedling was every woman’s hidden attribute, but the trigger condition was the man’s absolute favoring.