Betrayal At The Altar

Chapter 94

It could be said that since Rachel left Smith Group, they knew nothing about her.

Even the surveillance footage of Rachel leaving back then had been wiped clean.

Louis frowned tightly. Could Rachel really be hiding some secret that Louis did not know about?

Louis sorted out his thoughts and asked coldly, “What did Mr. Justin of Johnson Corporation say?”

“Mr. Justin said that he has been transferred to another branch company and won’t be back for a while…”

As the assistant spoke word by word, he clearly felt the temperature in the office drop sharply. It was as if he was in an ice cave in a world of ice and snow, so bone–chilling.

The assistant sized up the terrifying low pressure on Louis. After hesitating for a while, the assistant said carefully, “Mr. Smith, it’s time for the meeting.”

“I know.” Louis gripped the phone in his hand and walked toward the conference room.

Compared to Louis’s gloomy mood, Rachel seemed particularly

relaxed.

Rachel opened her eyes and subconsciously looked around. Her gaze finally landed on David, who was lying on the sofa.

Rachel was slightly stunned. She thought that David would take the opportunity to…

Thinking of this, Rachel chuckled helplessly.

Sometimes, Rachel really could not understand David.

David was clearly domineering and did not give Rachel any chance to escape, but he would maintain a suitable distance at the critical

moment.

David was the one who was domineering. He was also the one who was humble.

No matter what David was like, he could easily conquer the softest part of Rachel’s heart, making it difficult for her to reject him.

Rachel sat on the bed for a while, lifted the blanket, and got out of bed. She picked up the thermometer and gently walked to David.

Rachel slowly squatted down and took his temperature. She looked at the result, 97.7°F.

Rachel secretly heaved a sigh of relief and muttered softly, “The fever has finally subsided.”

“Are you relieved now?” David’s low and slow voice sounded. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

David slowly opened his eyes. His deep eyes were filled with light, making one sink into it.

Rachel’s eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly straightened her body. “Good medicine is bitter. Even if you don’t like it, you have to take it on time. No matter what, you have to take care of yourself.”

“Mrs. Brown told you?” David raised his eyebrows slightly and slowly sat up.

Rachel nodded. “Mrs. Brown is worried about you.”

David stared at Rachel without blinking. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was a faint trace of a smile at the corner of his eyes. “Sometimes, what others tell you might not be everything. If you want to understand me, you might as well ask me directly.”

Perhaps because David had just woken up, his voice was even deeper than before. It was like the bass strings of a cello, magnetic and pleasant to the ears.

Rachel blinked and secretly sized up the man in front of her.

David’s flat pajamas had some wrinkles, and some of his hair was covering his forehead, adding some fierce charm for him.

“If you want to put it that way, don’t I have to stay up a few nights, write down all the questions I can think of, and ask you one by one?”

Actually, there indeed was a certain level of curiosity that Rachel had toward David.

Rachel’s intuition told her that the identity of the man in front of her was not just limited to the owner of Sandalwood Hills and the president of Stellar Corporation. These might be the tip of the iceberg of his many identities.

Hearing her words, David let out a low laugh from his throat. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair, which was hanging in front of her face, behind her ear, his eyes filled with indulgence. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know, no matter when or where.”