Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia novel Chapter 27

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia 

Chapter 27 

Not long after, Old Mrs. Jones woke up from her slumber. 

When she saw the gauze wrapped around Rachel’s hand, she asked in surprise, “Are you okay? How did you get hurt?” 

While speaking, Old Mrs. Jones glanced at David. There was a 

complicated look in her 

eyes. 

She thought to herself, “Don’t tell me that he was too forceful with her and accidentally hurt her in the process?” 

Rachel smiled. “I got a scratch when I accidentally broke a flowerpot earlier. Mrs. Jones, please don’t worry. It’s just a minor injury.” 

“I’m glad you’re fine.” Old Mrs. Jones nodded thoughtfully. She suddenly grabbed Rachel’s hand and said with a kind smile, “Since you’re hurt, you should stay here tonight.” 

David raised his eyebrows. He chimed in, “Yeah, and it’s raining outside. I don’t think it’s going to stop anytime soon, or at least not tonight.” 

“Rachel, your body is not fully recovered yet. You must not expose yourself to the rain. Since you’re also injured, it would be terrible for you to get drenched,” Old Mrs. Jones said seriously. 

David handed a cup of tea to Old Mrs. Jones. With a small smile, he said, “Grandma’s words make sense.” 

Rachel, who didn’t have a chance to speak, was speechless. Old Mrs. Jones’s proposal was out of the blue, catching her off guard. She did not know how to respond to the old woman’s kindness. 

Just like that, Rachel was forced to spend the night at their place. It had all happened so suddenly. 

When dinner was ready, the three of them sat down at the table to eat. 

Old Mrs. Jones looked at Rachel, who had an elegant dining etiquette. Her eyes sparkled as she said, “Rachel, are your parents both in Seaxas?” 

At the mention of her parents, Rachel lowered her gaze. She shook her head and said softly, “My mother passed away when I was very young.” 

As for her father… It was better not to think about him at all. 

A trace of coldness appeared in Rachel’s eyes. She thought to herself, “He’s as good as dead to me.” 

Old Mrs. Jones frowned slightly. She looked at Rachel with distress and said, “Then, are you living on your own? If you are, why don’t you move in here with me? It’s not safe for a young girl to live alone. If you move here, at least I can take care of you. Also, I’ll get to see you whenever I miss you.” 

“Grandma, you shouldn’t talk when you’re eating. That’s your own rule.” David gave his grandmother a look and interrupted their conversation. 

“Rules are meant to be broken!” Old Mrs. Jones snorted softly before pouting. “You’re trying so hard to thwart my plans instead of helping me,” she said. 

David was speechless. 

Rachel pursed her lips awkwardly. She then lowered her head and ate in silence. 

At this moment, a hand reached toward her. 

The man’s hand was very pretty. His skin was smooth like porcelain. Rachel watched with fascination as he gracefully picked up a shrimp with his chopsticks. 

With great skill, he peeled the shell of the shrimp in a matter of seconds. 

Rachel had never seen someone who could peel a shrimp so gracefully and quickly. She had caught sight of his hand by accident, but now, her attention was fixed on his actions. 

She thought, “With such beautiful hands, everything he does seems graceful.” 

She blushed when she thought about that exact pair of hands touching her.