Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 50

The familiar voice caused a hint of surprise in Rachel’s eyes, followed by a small smile of hers. “I thought…”

“What? Have you thought that I might have stood you up?!” The large rose bouquet was down, revealing David’s charming face behind it.

The soft lights of the corridor shone on his finely carved features, bringing more dimension to his angular face. The reflection of the lights in his deep eyes was like spots of starlight, which was mesmerizing.

David stared at Rachel fixedly while there was joy in the corner of his eyes that he didn’t even realize himself. “And I thought the bouquet was doomed to be withered.”

“Are you complaining that I was late?” asked Rachel, who raised her hand and brushed her hair back. A faint smile crept across her face.

David pinched his lips and then answered her question with tenderness in his eyes. “The time is right, the moon is nice, and now you’re here with me. Everything is just perfect.”

His eyes were full of affection, and David looked as if he was going to stroke the back of her head and kiss her in the next second. Rachel’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.

her eyes to hide what she was thinking. Then, finally, she

and fifty–four minutes,” said

know what to reply for

amusement appeared in her almond eyes. “So? Are you trying to tell me something?” David feasted his dark eyes on

his long fingers. His

to hear as the bubbling freshwater of early

somehow or other.

Rachel could breathe was the light woody fragrance of perfume that David

calmed herself, cleared her throat, and

as

met, Rachel felt that the warmth from David’s palm had spread through her body.

of David’s grip, but only to feel his

up struggling and let him take her hand while looking

in the restaurant, David put down the rose

the room and poured it into glasses