Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia
Chapter 28
Rachel put down her chopsticks and replied sweetly, “Grandma, I’m actually staying with my grandfather.”
“I see,” Old Mrs. Jones said. There was a look of understanding on her face, but a trace of regret could be seen in the depths of
her eyes.
Before this, Old Mrs. Jones thought that she could have David and Rachel live under the same roof. She hadn’t expected Rachel
to be staying with her grandfather.
When the dinner was over, David brought Eddie to the study to take care of some work affairs. After the matters had been dealt
with and they left the study, they walked out into the living room and were greeted by a heartwarming sight.
Rachel was sitting right beside Old Mrs. Jones and chatting with her. The warm light in the living room illuminated her beautiful
face, highlighting her sweet smile as she listened patiently to Old Mrs. Jones.
At that moment, David finally understood what home felt like.
“David,” said Old Mrs. Jones when she caught sight of David, who was in a daze at the staircase. She beckoned him over with a
wave. “Since you’re done with work, you should go for a walk with Rachel. I’m tired, and I’m going to rest.”
“Alright,” David said. Then, he looked at Rachel as though he wanted her permission.
Rachel stood up. With a small smile, she said, “Grandma, please rest well.”
A wide smile grew on Old Mrs. Jones’s face as she watched the young couple leave together. Then, as if she was reminded of
something, she heaved a long sigh. “I hope that rascal knows what he’s doing and succeeds in making Rachel fall for him,” she
muttered to herself.
“Don’t worry,” Rosie said beside her. On the other hand, she felt that Old Mrs. Jones was worrying about nothing. Rosie looked
at the disappearing back views of the well–matched couple. Smiling, she said, “Mr. Jones is an outstanding man. How could
Miss Grey not fall for him?”
Upon hearing this, Old Mrs. Jones raised her eyebrows. With an intriguing smile, she said, “Do you think Rachel is any inferior
compared to him?”

From Rachel’s every word and action, it was obvious that she had been well–raised. Her mannerisms also showed how she
treated the people around her.
These were qualities that could only be learned over a long time. They could not possibly have been developed within a short
period.
Judging from her years of experience, Old Mrs. Jones believed Rachel was an extraordinary girl.
She knew David would have to put in a lot of effort to win Rachel’s heart. It would not be an easy journey at all.
It was still drizzling sporadically. Rachel reached out and felt the raindrops with her palms.
David stood beside her with one hand in his pocket. His thin lips slightly curled up while admiring her delicate face. “Would you
like to come with me to the tea room?”
Rachel looked at him and was caught off guard by his mesmerizing eyes. She felt like she was choking.
She curled her fingertips and exhaled lightly. After trying her best to calm her pounding heart, she smiled and said, “Okay.”
The tea room was located in the West Wing. It was an exquisite and elegant place.
The arched shelf divided the tea room into two areas, the inner and outer zone. A bronze incense burner was placed on the table
in the outer zone, and the smell of incense smoke complemented the residual tea fragrance in the air.
Rachel looked around her surroundings. She noticed a painting on the wall, and her eyes sparkled.
That painting was titled “Spring Clouds and Morning Haze“. It was painted by the famous Leonard DeAngelo, and it had been
bought anonymously by someone at the Fujiby auction.
The people invited to the Fujiby auction all had a net worth of at least 40 million dollars.
For someone to participate in the auction anonymously, they must have been at least a mid–tier member for three years and had
a net worth of more than 200 million dollars.