Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 89

After hanging up the phone, Rachel’s heart was still beating faster, as if she had been caught cheating.

She took a deep breath and turned to look at the man in the wicker chair.

The man casually placed his left hand on his lap and held a cup of tea in his right hand. His clean jawline exuded cold and abstinent vibes.

The most eye–catching thing was the faint lipstick mark at the corner of the man’s mouth.

Rachel could not help but recall the scene of the two of them kissing. Her face turned red. “I’ll go back to my room first.”

With that, she turned around and ran without waiting for David’s response.

When she returned to her room, she pressed her back against the door and covered her slightly hot face.

This was definitely the craziest day she had ever had.

Not only did she agree to his pursuit, but she even allowed his kiss.

Moreover, somehow, she wanted to kiss him more.

Rachel’s hand slowly slid down her burning cheek and tapped her lips. The corners of her mouth curled up uncontrollably.

from letting her imagination run wild. She raised her hand to lift the hair that had slid

her body like silk, and fatigue gradually swept over

hair, she lolled about on

opened on both sides, and a dark

casually, “David, it’s rare for

through the

eyes sparkling. The angle of his raised eyebrows was just right, revealing a hint of flirtation amidst his playful gaze, which was why he was good at sweeping women off their

and rest, right? You’ve been attending meetings and working ever since you came back. Where’s the fun in that? I

hesitate at all. “No.”

about Rachel’s

her as much as possible

Jimmy was speechless.

up straight

to toe.

not reject anyone, David had always

down on those vulgar

that maybe, just as others said, David had some secrets that he

his pocket suddenly rang. He

“Miss Shaw suddenly has a fever and wants to