Chapter 82
Betrayal At The Altar (Rachel and David)
Rachelâs 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.
âThis is not my room!
âWhy am I here?â 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. âMiss Grey, youâre awake.â
âYou areâ¦?â Rachel looked at the woman and sized her up.
Hearing her words, the womanâs smile widened. âIâm the maid here. If you donât mind, you can call me
Mrs. Brown.â
As she spoke, she suddenly thought of something. âMiss Grey, please wait a moment. Iâll inform Mr.
Jones now.â
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. Brownâs 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
senses.
It turned out that it was not her imagination when she had vaguely heard Davidâs voice before she
fainted.
âFeeling better?â David walked to Rachelâs 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. âI feel much betterâ¦
Her voice was a little hoarse, perhaps because of her fever last night.
David handed her a glass of water. âDrink some water.â
âSir, the porridge is ready.â
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, âGive it to me.â
After Mrs. Brown realized Davidâs intentions, she could not help but look at Rachel with a vague and
ambiguous smile. âMiss Grey, if you need anything, just let me know.â
Finishing, she turned around and closed the door before leaving.
The room suddenly fell silent, and the atmosphere was slightly awkward.
âYou had acute gastroenteritis last night, and it caused a fever. The doctor suggested that you keep a
bland diet recently.â Davidâs 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 Rachelâs lips. âTry it.â
âIâll do it myself.â 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.â
However, she had no appetite and shook her head after eating a few mouthfuls. âIâm full.â
âEven if you donât have an appetite, you should at least eat some.â David looked at her with a soft
gentleness in his eyes. He coaxed her again, âBe good. Eat more. After youâre done, Iâll take you for a
walk in the garden.â
Rachel looked at David aggrievedly. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. âBut I really canât eat
anymore.â
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, Davidâs 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 womanâs hidden attribute, but the trigger condition was the manâs
absolute favoring.