Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 30

The temperature of David’s palm seemed to burn Rachel. She instinctively tried to break free. However, the man in front of her tightened his grip.

“Once bitten, twice shy,” David said. “The thing that a life event teaches us is a lesson for us to learn instead of making us timid.” David noticed that Rachel’s rigid body gradually relaxed. He then tentatively lifted his hand to hold Rachel’s chin, preventing her from evading his gaze. “You can reject me with prickly thorns all over your body, but I won’t give up embracing you because of that,” he said.

The room fell silent in an instant, and the torrential rain outside became particularly clear.

The pattering raindrops beat against the tiles with a chaotic rhythm, completely disturbing Rachel’s heart.

Her eyelashes trembled lightly. Eventually, she slowly closed her eyes and whispered in resignation, “David, I don’t have the courage to gamble on an all–consuming love again.”

Her gentle voice was mixed with an uncontrollable tremble as if one could feel her shattered heart.

During the three years that Rachel was in love with Louis, she resolutely chose the latter despite her family’s opposition.

She regarded Louis as her only choice for the future. She imposed Louis’s ideals and aspirations on herself. She loved Louis without hesitation or expectation of reciprocation. But in the end, what happened?

His betrayal came unexpectedly, like a knife thrust into her heart without warning.

She could grit her teeth and bear all the pain without uttering a word to anyone. She could also pretend to have a relieved attitude toward her future life. However, she was the only one who knew that the gruesome and terrifying wound still pierced through her heart to this day.

had been honest about his thoughts, how could she dare to easily reach out her hand to

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herself to

need to be loved.” David said. His deep and cold voice softened, like the morning sun dispersing the mist in the mountains. And like the warm stream flowing into the heart, he continued. “My deep

His cool fingertips traced lightly over the damp corner of Rachel’s eyes as if he was

looked at the man in front

smile. His deep eyes seemed to be filled with infinite tenderness. Merely

utter a word Her throat was dry and hoarse, feeling

to become angry. She had even prepared to have a falling out with

that she had underestimated this man’s determination and

was like an experienced hunter, luring her step by step into the trap he had set. She was

powerless to resist this kind

asked, “Mr. Jones, are you always that upfront when it comes

to her temples, lightly tucking away the stray hair by her ear. His seductive and lazy voice sounded in her ear. “You are the first woman I pursue, the only one, and also

red. She cleared her throat and replied softly, “I am the one who doesn’t know how to appreciate

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“You are the only

heart rippled