Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia novel Chapter 97

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 97

When Jessica heard her words, a smile appeared on her cold face. “Everyone has changed after so many years. Only you are still the same as before.” 

“Are you secretly mocking me for not making any progress?” Mary raised her eyebrows and looked at Jessica. Her gaze landed on Jessica’s chest, and a teasing smile flashed across her eyes. “You’ve indeed changed a lot. It can be said to be a qualitative leap.” 

Jessica took the lady’s cigarette away from her lips and leaned forward with her chest puffed up. “Do you wanna try a try on this?” 

“Jessica, you’re a girl. You should be reserved!” Mary could not help but blush from Jessica’s teasing. 

As the two of them were joking around, Rachel asked, “Are you still leaving after coming back this time?” 

“I haven’t thought about it yet.” Jessica put the lady’s cigarette in her hand into the ashtray on the coffee table and stubbed it out. “I’ll just take it one step at a time.” 

As she spoke, Linda pushed open the door and walked in. She nodded at Mary and Jessica and looked at Rachel. “Ms. Grey, the trending topic has been removed.” 

Rachel gave a nod and turned to look at Jessica. “Shall we go to the studio to take a set of photos first?” 

“Sure,” Jessica said as she stood up and walked out. 

With Adrian’s arrival, Mary wisely left first. 

“Why are you here?” Rachel poured him a glass of water and placed it on the table. 

“Your Uncle Tom had something on and specially asked me to come and see you. Coincidentally, I happened to pass by and came up to take a look.” Adrian sat on the sofa and looked Rachel up and down. “Are you feeling better?” 

“Much better.” Rachel sat in the armchair beside him. 

Adrian picked up the cup and took a sip. His gaze landed on the cigarette butt of the lady in the ashtray. The depths of his eyes under the glasses had a dark glint as he silently tightened his grip on the cup. He asked casually, “Since when did Mary, this little girl, begin to smoke?” 

“It’s not Mary. It’s another friend of mine,” Rachel explained. 

Adrian’s fingertips caressed the edge of the cup. His eyebrows were slightly raised, and the corners of his lips curled into a faint smile. “Do I know her?” 

“She’s Jessica. You should have an impression of her.” 

Unsurprisingly, when he heard this name, a meaningful smile flashed across Adrian’s eyes. He drawled, saying calmly, “So it’s her…” 

Rachel failed to notice Adrian’s expression and said, “By the way, I want you to help me find a house closer to the company.” 

“It’s not difficult to find a house. I have an apartment nearby available. I’ll get someone to send the key to you later.” 

The two of them exchanged a few words before Adrian stood up and left. 

After a busy week of work, it was Old Mr. Smith’s 80th birthday in the blink of an eye. 

When Rachel went to Old Mr. Smith’s residence, she first went to Glamour Pavilion, a famous antique shop in Seaxas.