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.

herself from letting her imagination run wild. She raised her hand to lift the hair

her body like silk,

hair, she lolled about on the bed and slowly

gate of the manor slowly opened on both sides, and a dark purple Bugatti

with interest and said casually, “David, it’s

the document in his

was just

important, we still have to strike a balance between work and rest, right? You’ve been attending meetings and working ever since you came back. Where’s the

not hesitate at all.

about Rachel’s departure

with her as much as possible

Jimmy was speechless.

up straight and

to toe.

anyone, David had always been calm and unapproachable.

looked down on those vulgar women, but now,

just as others said, David had

suddenly rang. He hesitated for half a second before picking

of the call said respectfully, “Miss Shaw suddenly has a