Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Rachel’s mind blanked out. Her legs were weak like jelly, and she couldn’t move at all

The car sped by and passed her by at lightning speed

Momentum from the car caused her to lose balance, she swung around and fell to the

ground

She thought the car would ignore her and continued to speed away as if she wasn’t there. There was

nothing and no one around here after all, and they wouldn’t get caught even if they did hit and run.

Little did she expect, the car stopped and reversed until it stopped right before her.

She watched the car door open from her sprawled position, and a man with slim legs in black bespoke

leather shoes stepped out from the car. He got out of the car and walked toward her. After reaching her,

he extended the umbrella in his hand and sheltered her from the pouring rain.

“Are you okay?” David Jones asked. His voice was deep and clear to her ears.

Rachel raised her eyes and looked at him. The man standing before her had a chiseled jawline and

well–defined facial features, especially the deep, dark eyes that could stare into her soul, and she

found that to be extremely attractive.

The pair of eyes seemed familiar. Had she seen them before?

But she couldn’t remember where she’d seen them.

Rachel shook her head. Her soft voice was a little hoarse when she answered, “I’m fine. Thank you.”

She pulled herself together as she tried to get back on her feet. The wound and scratches on her legs

had weakened her, and she fell back to the ground.

At this very moment, she felt a strong arm catch her by the waist and pull her into an embrace.

She fell into his embrace and was instantly enveloped by his warmth and the smell of his body. It was

cooling, and exclusively him.

She instinctively held out her hand and placed them against his chest. She could feel the strong,

muscular chest with her palms and the throbbing veins beneath the muscles even when his clothes

separated them.

Rachel felt her palms growing hot and automatically pushed David away but failed terribly. He swooped

down on her and picked her up with his strong arms.

She couldn’t help frowning, and displeasure filled her eyes as she cried, “What are you doing? Put me

down!”

Although she had known Louis Smith for the past three years, they had only held hands. She couldn’t

help feeling tremendous discomfort when a stranger carried her like that.

“You’re hurt. You need to go to the hospital right now.” David gazed down at her, his gaze open and

straightforward.

“I can walk on my own.” She was uncomfortable with the intimacy they were having. The cool aura of

him enveloping her was suffocating her, sending tension through every cell in her body.

“Stop moving around.” His deep, hoarse voice fell into her ears like an order, instantly stopping her

urge to struggle.

A gust of cold wind from the air–conditioner hit her when he put her into the passenger seat, causing

her to sneeze involuntarily.

David turned off the air–conditioner as he glanced at Rachel, who appeared weak in his eyes. He took

off the jacket he was wearing and wrapped it around her. “Careful, don’t catch a cold.”

“Thank you!” Not only did the jacket smell like him, but there was leftover warmth from his body. Her

heart beat a little faster when she felt his leftover heat envelop her body.

David’s eyes swept over her blushing cheeks. A fleeting smile flashed through his eyes when he said,

“I should be the one to thank you.”

“What?” Rachel gazed at him in confusion.

“Thank you for accepting my apology and allowing me to make it up to you.” He frankly spoke with his

deep voice as he gazed at her.

They were quickly driven to the nearest hospital.

Rachel insisted on walking on her own. David could only walk with her at her speed and finally sent her

into the emergency room.

Rachel saw David talking to someone on the phone from far when she walked out of the emergency

room with his back facing her. Seeming to have caught a glimpse of her, he quickly hung up and strode

toward her. “Here is my contact number. You may contact me if you face any problems.”

“I have no other demand from you.” Rachel rejected the name card that was handed to her. She should

have nothing to do with him once the matter was settled. She hated dragging longer than it was

necessary.

Rachel paused a moment before she took off his jacket and handed it back to David. “Here’s your

jacket. I’ll pay for the dry cleaning.”

David stared at Rachel with raised brows, and a hint of a smile flashed in his eyes, “You need it more

than I do right now.”

Rachel teared up after hearing such a simple word from him, a stranger that helped her when she was

down.

Perhaps she was touched by a stranger’s kindness after the tragedy she went through earlier that day.

“Thank you! I’m fine. I’ll leave now.” Rachel rejected David’s offer to help. She had a more important

matter at hand that she needed to take care of. She had to return to the Smith family.

David remained standing on his track as he watched Rachel’s leaving figure. Humor flashed through

his deep, unfathomable eyes as he muttered under his breath, “We shall meet

again.”