Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia novel Chapter 197

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 197

Louis met her sorrowful gaze and felt a dull pain in his heart. His lips moved as he said softly. “Rachel, listen to my explanation. It’s not what you think…” 

“Louis, I thought that, even if we no longer had feelings for each other, we could still preserve some dignity for each other and part on good terms. You knew that I trusted you, relied on you, and treated you as my everything, but you chose to betray me again and again…” 

Rachel seemed to have hit the nail on the head. Her cold voice was mixed with heart–wrenching sobs. “I feel that I’m not worthy of you, so I’m trying my best to catch up with you. I don’t care about the Smith’s prejudice against me. You know very well that I’m not coveting the Smith’s wealth. I just want to be with you.” 

Suddenly, she raised her head and smiled bitterly, as if she was trying her best to suppress the tears in her eyes. “Forget it. I’ll just treat everything as wishful thinking. From now on, there’s nothing between us!” 

Her sobbing voice made everyone present inexplicably worried. 

Especially when they saw her lowering her head as if she was trying her best to hold back her tears, it made their heart ache even more. 

Little did they know that Rachel was not crying. Instead, she was trying her best to hide her smile. 

Who didn’t know how to act? 

Since the stage was set up, she might as well play along with the Smith family! 

The audience was in an uproar. There were all kinds of opinions. 

Almost everyone’s gaze fell on Louis. 

The man’s handsome face was an icy mask as he stared at Rachel, who was standing on the stage. 

From where he was standing, he could see the sneer on Rachel’s lips. 

This woman was not sad at all! 

She was pretending! 

From the beginning, it was all an act to guide public opinion and gain everyone’s sympathy! 

Louis‘ hands, which had originally been hanging by his side, were tightly clenched into fists. His chest was filled with rage at being played. 

Mrs. Smith didn’t notice that much and was filled with self–satisfaction. 

Originally, she had been worried that something would happen with Rachel. She had not expected things to be so simple. 

She restrained the relief and joy she felt, cleared her throat and walked forward. She held Rachel’s hand and said earnestly, “Rachel, you’ve been giving advice to the Smith family all these years. Although you can’t marry into the Smith family, the Smith family isn’t ungrateful. If you’re fine with it, we’re willing to give you 10% of our shares.” 

When Rachel heard that, an imperceptible sneer appeared on her face. 

If she accepted it, it would be equivalent to tying herself to the Smith family. The Smith family would naturally end up with a good reputation of being loyal and grateful!