Betrayal At The Altar

Chapter 8

Rachel Grey instantly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was David Jones handsome, flawless face. Surprise flashed through her almond–shaped eyes, and she exclaimed, “What are you doing here?”

She had just seen her a few hours ago, and now they had met again.

David was wearing a bespoke three pieces suit that fitted him nicely, which enhanced the innate elegance and nobleness he carried.

“I’m here to visit an elderly.” His dark eyes landed on Rachel’s face, and a fleeting twinkle appeared in his eyes. He repeated, “Are you okay?”

Rachel raised her head to look at him to find herself looking straight into the black hole of his dark, unfathomable eyes. Her heart naturally skipped a beat. “I’m fine.”

“I’m talking about here,” David poked at his chest where his heart was as he spoke. “Usually, most women would choose to cry out loud and have a good release of their emotion. Want to give it a try?”

As he spoke, he took a handkerchief and handed it to Rachel.

Stunned by his sudden act, a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. “Crying doesn’t solve any problem. Furthermore, I have no reason to waste any tears for a man that doesn’t worth any drop of my tears.”

“It’s terribly painful, isn’t it?” He gazed at her.

Rachel stared at the branches of the willow tree flowing as the wind blew. Her vision slowly emptied as she muttered, “How could it not?”

She thought her passion would be returned with true love but had gotten nothing.

David gazed at her in silence for a moment before he said, pursing his lips, “True. Instead of hanging on to someone or something that wasn’t worth your effort and love, why not save them for those that love you?”

His words somehow made Rachel’s heartbeat quicken. She stared into his deep, mysterious eyes, feeling a little panicked.

David paused, seemingly at a loss for words. “Since you know that he has his heart somewhere else, there’s no point trying to make his stay. Being apart seems to be better than hanging on to someone who did not love you back, and you’ll end up torturing and hating each other.”

Rachel stared at him in astonishment.

They were, after all, almost a stranger. It was a surprise for her to hear such words coming from him.

But she knew he was stating the truth. Instead of forcing him to stay, letting him go would be the better option, and it would also be a chance for her to start over. She, Rachel Grey, would not stay in denial and refuse to get over a failed relationship, nor did she want to face Olivia Cruise and Louis Smith, hurting herself watching them being lovey–dovey. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

She took a deep breath and regained the peace of mind she used to have. “We broke up.

There’s nothing between us anymore.”

Surprise flashed through David’s eyes.

He tried to hide the grin that almost formed on his face. Having his emotion under control, he tried to speak as calmly as possible, “One should stop chasing after unrecruited love. You seem more

easygoing than I thought, Miss Grey.”

“Just like you’ve said, it’s better for me to let go than have a miserable life with him and eventually hate each other.” Rachel continued, “The love that I have to beg for isn’t true.”

David raised his brows as he gazed at her in admiration. “We seem to have something in common after all.”

They casually chatted for a long time in the hospital garden as the conversation flowed freely and naturally without any awkwardness.

“Mr. David, Old Mrs. Jones asked for you. “An elderly lady approached them. She glanced at Rachel warmly. “You can come with us if it’s convenient.”