Betrayal At The Altar (Rachel and David) novel Chapter 189

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 189

Rachel walked home in the dark and resisted the urge to call David Jones.

She turned on her computer and checked the emails from Lucas.

Her fair and slender fingers slid across the mouse and she read ten lines at a glance.

At this moment, Lucas’s video call came. “I told you back then that this kind of man is unreliable, but you didn’t believe ine! Now that the evidence is in front of you, you have to admit it!”

“People make mistakes sometimes.” Rachel rested her chin on one hand and browsed through the information calmly.

Lucas looked at her calm expression and could not help but ask, “No, aren’t you sad at all?”

Rachel raised her eyes and looked at Lucas on the screen. After a moment of silence, she calmly said, “Maybe I don’t have that much feelings for him.”

It was just that he had suddenly appeared at a time when she needed it the most and she had mistakenly let that gratitude develop into dependence.

After spending so much time together, she had come to treat this dependence as love.

She had once thought that Louis was someone who would never abandon her. However, she had been unprepared when he did abandon her, catching her off guard.

The moment Louis abandoned her, she even recalled some painful memories from her childhood.

So she couldn’t make peace.

Lucas lit a cigarette and leaned back. He unhurriedly took a puff. After a long while, he asked, “Rae–Rae, do you really think the person you met that night five years ago was Louis?”

In the darkened room, only the cigarette between his fingers was stained with a scarlet light, flickering.

His dark eyes were like a cold lake, and the outline of his exquisite and

tough face revealed an unknown ruthlessness.

Rachel stared at him intently. “What do you mean?”

“Ever since you told me, I’ve investigated in private. I realized that although Louis appeared in Yolandais, he didn’t stay long.” Lucas straightened his arm and rested his wrist on the table. His slender fingers flicked the cigarette ash. “I suspect that someone used Louis‘ whereabouts to cover it up.”