Chapter 575
Betrayal At The Altar (Rachel and David)
Chapter 575
Rachel was sound asleep, dreaming.
Although it was just a dream, it was something that had really happened.
She went back to that long night five years ago in Phareborough.
The air was tainted with the smell of blood and gunpowder. The person who got shot was lying on the
ground, struggling in pain.
However, no matter how fast she was, she could not surpass the speed of death.
No matter how hard she tried, she could only watch that person die. It was a huge blow for her.
Just as she was questioning herself, a bullet was fired at her.
Before she could turn around, someone suddenly showed up and pushed her to the ground.
Due to inertia, the two of them broke through the glass of the basement and rolled into a shabby and
dark basement.
There was no light inside. It was endless, like a depraved abyss.
There was a strange aura in the air, and the pattering sound became especially clear.
Rachel could not see what was inside clearly, but she was sensitive enough to sense that danger was
approaching.
She could not help but tense up. She subconsciously reached for her weapon, but then she realized
that she had lost the dagger she carried with her.
Sensing her nervousness, the man beside her whispered. âDonât be afraid.â
His voice was low and deep, like an ice-breaking spring tainted with a hint of coldness.
âYouâre Crucsian?â Hearing the familiar language, Rachel felt more at ease.
The man responded indifferently.
On that long night, the man was like a guardian angel. He silently protected her and helped her make it
out alive in this world.
It was not until dawn when she slowly woke up and saw the blood on her hands that she realized that
he was also injured.
However, that man had disappeared without a trace.
There were no clues left behind.
She vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a faint smell of ebony on the man.
The cold wooden fragrance gradually became clear and real.
Rachel suddenly opened her eyes. When she saw Davidâs face that was so close to her, she could not
help but be stunned.
âGo to sleep.â David stretched out his arm and gently pulled her into his embrace.
Rachel took the opportunity to snuggle into his arms. Smelling that cold scent, she felt strangely at
ease.
But no matter how she closed her eyes, she could not fall asleep.
The two of them hugged each other, their heartbeats gradually becoming synchronized.
Davidâs thin lips were pressed against her temple, kissing her.
She could feel his breath on her face sweeping the loose hair at her temples.
âItâs itchy.â Rachel couldnât help but flinch.
She was smiling but she did not open her eyes. She kept her eyes closed, and the palm on his chest
slowly
moved down to his waist. Her movements were slow as if she was recalling something.
However, what she was doing was leading David on.
His Adamâs apple bobbed as he reached for her wrist. âAre you seducing me?â
âIsnât it because you donât have enough self-control?â Rachel asked.
David raised his eyebrows. She was getting better at blaming others now!
âDo you want to visit grandma tonight?â David held her hand and kissed it gently.
Rachel nodded. âSure.â
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the two of them walked hand in hand into Old Mrs. Jonesâs
Trinisia garden.
Upon seeing their arrival, Old Mrs. Jones quickly put down the things in her hands and waved at
Rachel. âRae-Rae, come over and let grandma take a good look
âGrandma. Rachel obediently walked up to her.
Old Mrs. Jones was grinning happily. She held Rachelâs hand and eyed her up and down and her gaze
finally landed on Rachelâs stomach.
Sensing Old Mrs. Jonesâs burning gaze, Rachel was a little embarrassed and didnât know how to react.
At this moment, David walked forward and reached our his arm to pull Rachel into his arms. âItâs been a
while since the last time I came here. Arenât you going to let us in?â
âAnd you know itâs been a while.â Old Mrs. Jones glared at him angrily. Then, she looked at Rachel with
a smile. âLetâs go, Rae-Rae. Come on in and try the new coffee that I got.â
âAlright.â Rachel let Old Mrs. Jones hold her hand as they walked in.
David smiled. After the two of them walked away, the smile on his face faded a little. He looked at
Rosie and asked casually, âHas anyone disturbed Old Mrs. Jones recently?â
Although he did not say it explicitly, it was not difficult for Rosie to guess who he was talking about.
âShe did come and made a scene a few days ago, Rosie said, âyou know Old Mrs. Jonesâs temper, Mr.
David. She has always been reasonable and fair. Moreover, she really adores Miss Grey. Miss Marina
felt that Old Mrs. Jones was playing favorites. In the end, the two of them parted on bad terms.â
With that, Rosie could not help but sigh. âOld Mrs. Jones said that she doesnât care, but at the end of
the day, Miss Marina is her child.â
Ever since Marina made a scene and left, Old Mrs. Jones had not been able to sleep well during this
period of time, but she had reminded Rosie not to tell anyone.
David frowned slightly, and there was a terrifying tension mounting up in the room.
âSpread my word, from now on, whoever dares to let Marina in will be banished!â His deep and cold
voice carried a deterrent force.
When the (ser vants ) heard this, they answered as they trembled in fear, âYes, Mr. David!â
In the living room, Old Mrs. Jones frowned when she heard this.
âThis is⦠Rachel looked at the note in the coffee bean jar and carefully took it out.
Old Mrs. Jones suddenly came back to her senses. When she saw the note that Rachel took out, she
seemed to have suddenly thought of something. Then she stood up and (sna tched ) it over.
She unfolded the note and quickly read it.
It said. âIn this sullen autumn, the wind is bleak and the moon is bright. The leaves gathered and sca
ttered in the wind, and the jackdaw was startled by the sound. I miss you and hope you and I will meet
again, but I donât know when, and I canât stand the lonely sadness anymore tonight.â
When she read the last sentence, Old Mrs. Jones tore the note into pieces and scolded angrily, âPfft!
This old (ba stard ) is so shameless!â
âI miss you and hope you and I will meet againâ?
In that case, should she close all the roads to Seaxas or get someone to break his legs?
It had been so long, but that man didnât even come to look for her. All he did was write such a bad
poem!
Would it kill him to be more sincere?
Old Mrs. Jones felt a surge of anger in her chest and she wanted to take it out on something so badly.
When she saw the coffee bean jar, she quickly walked over and threw it on the ground furiously.
With the sound of porcelain shattering. David and Rosie rushed in at the same time.
âOld Mrs. Jones.â Rosie hurriedly walked in. When she saw the broken coffee bean jar and the
shredded paper on the ground, she vaguely realized what was going on.
Rosie gave the (ser vants ) a look, indicating that they should quickly clean up the floor.
Rosie helped Old Mrs. Jones back to the armchair and sighed softly, saying regretfully, âThatâs Blue
Mountain and itâs your favorite. Itâs a pity that it shattered just like that.â
Old Mrs. Jones snorted angrily. âI do like Blue Mountain, but I can also live without it!â