Betrayal At The Altar

Chapter 9

Rachel Grey glanced at David Jones in surprise.

“Do you mind coming with us to say hi to my grandma?” David glanced at Rachel with smiling eyes.

Rachel glanced at the elderly lady standing by the side, gazing at her, keen for an answer. She hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement.

Watching Rachel and David walking toward her from afar, Old Mrs. Jones couldn’t control the broad smile on her face. She waved at them enthusiastically. “I hope you don’t mind me calling you over so suddenly, girl.”

It was the first time she saw her grandson with a lady.

She couldn’t control the excitement in her heart.

“How are you, Mrs. Jones?” Rachel greeted her with respect.

Old Mrs. Jones couldn’t hide the delight in her heart when she heard Rachel greeting her. She held Rachel’s hands adoringly and caressed them. “I’m fine, child. You’re such a good girl. I like you very much.”

Old Mrs. Jones’s sudden adoration for her made Rachel uncomfortable, and she could only return her a courteous yet awkward smile.

Feeling the discomfort Rachel felt, David came forward and adjusted the blanket covering old Mrs. Jones‘ lap, conveniently creating a distance between Rachel and his grandmother. “Although it’s sunny today, it’s still windy. You might still catch a cold.”

Old Mrs. Jones raised her brow in surprise. Was this gentle and considerate man still her unromantic grandson? She thought she might never live to see him with a woman.

Old Mrs. Jones had lived long enough to know what David was up to from the little gestures

he’d shown.

A meaningful grin appeared on her face.

David wasn’t dim–witted regarding how to treat a lady, after all. He was worried that she would make the young lady uncomfortable.

Her sight fell on Rachel again, and they were full of love. “How long have you known each

other, child?”

Initially, Rachel was confused by the warmth shown by Old Mrs. Jones. Now, she had finally realized the reason behind the friendliness. She hurriedly explained, “Old Mrs. Jones, do not misunderstand. We just met each other by chance.”

By chance?

Old Mrs. Jones threw David a fleeting glance.

She was afraid David did not take it the same way she did.

“Girl, I liked you very much the first time I saw you. Will you do grandma a small favor? Please come by and talk to me when you’re free.” Old Mrs. Jones glanced at Rachel deeply before closing her eyes, playing the part of an old, lonely woman to gain Rachel’s sympathy.

“This kid would disappear for months when he got busy. I feel so lonely in this hospital with no one to talk to.”

“I…” Rachel instinctively wanted to reject her pleading, knowing the old lady had misunderstood her relationship with David. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

But the graying hair of Old Mrs. Jones reminded her of her own maternal grandfather. She couldn’t bear to reject an old lady like her. After hesitating for a moment, she nodded. “Okay.”

The sad face of Old Mrs. Jones instantly lightened up after Rachel agreed to visit. “Then I’ll send David to get you, and I’ll be waiting for you.”

“That’ll be such a hassle.” Rachel glanced at David, feeling slightly embarrassed about her visit to old Mrs. Jones would cause David so much trouble.

“Of course not.” Old Mrs. Jones quickly threw David a gloating glance, a signal that she’d done him a huge favor.

After a brief chat with Old Mrs. Jones, Rachel received a call from Mary Green and excused herself.

David’s upturned eyes narrowed to a slit when he watched Rachel leaving as if he was watching a target leaving his sight.

“David.” Old Mrs. Jones called out to him. There was a hint of chill in her inquisitive tone.