Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 56

“Um, may I ask a question…” On the other end of the phone, Mary hesitated and asked, “Whose Rolls–Royce is that?”

Rachel pinched her lips, subconsciously snatched a glance at David next to her, and coughed to cover up her embarrassment before she said lightly, “That is not important.” Then she hung up the phone.

She turned her head to David and said, “I’m sorry for the trouble.”

“You are not the person who should apologize.”

Fixing his gaze on Rachel’s pretty face, David slowly raised his hand and picked a strand of her hair with his slender fingers, his eyes brimming with unconscious infatuation. “I won’t let them have a chance to create any difficulties for you,” he declared.

Rachel instantly understood his implication. Then, seeing him take out his phone, she held his hand, flustered, and said, “Wait!”

Rachel’s slender fingers were a bit cold. But, on the contrary, David’s palm was warm.

The coolness of her fingertip touched his heart and quenched his anger like a winding stream.

his palm, and the murderous look in his eyes disappeared instantly. The next second,

his palm around and held

and her eyes flickered. Finally, she composed herself and

Surprise flashed across

in front of him and hadn’t

been compromising and enduring the unfair

just told her that women didn’t have to compromise or endure but should do whatever they wanted.

would clean up the mess for her

and numb after being hurt by Louis, melt a little. Soon, an inexplicable feeling crept

and Rachel, who

should we drop you

were in the car and

rendered speechless.

seeing intimate with

up her embarrassment. Her eyes flashed as she said in a voice as clear as

“Okay,” replied Eddie.