Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 117

The scene of their first meeting was still fresh in her mind. At that time, David Jones had left a deep impression on her. He was always gentlemanly, calm and reserved, modest and polite.

He was like an immortal, untainted by the emotions and desires of this mortal world.

However, it was the same man who kept sweet–talking her. What was worse was that she could not resist him.

Rachel Grey had always felt that she was the one who had the upper hand in maintaining rationality. However, in the face of David’s gentle and domineering advances, as well as this face that could mesmerize anyone, she was defeated time and time again.

She slowly closed her eyes and silently told herself not to over–indulge and to remain rational.

“Is this really your first time dating?” Rachel finally asked the question she had been wondering.

David raised his eyebrows slightly. He looked at the conflicted expression on her face, and his dark eyes flickered. He understood what she meant. “A man doesn’t need to be taught certain things when facing the woman he likes.”

Rachel went speechless.

She suspected that this man was hinting at something.

her ear and changed the topic without batting an eyelid. “Why did you suddenly appear at the

she was still concerned whether David had seen her strong and

before. Do whatever you want. I’ll support you in whatever you do. You don’t have to worry about the consequences.” His deep

what Rachel did at the Smiths today, David would help

and arson one day? Will you feel that I’m not gentle at all and cold–blooded?”

have to be gentle. I will always be behind you no matter what.” David looked at her. His mysterious black eyes were mesmerizing as if telling her that he would indulge.

flickered slightly.

did not need to be gentle…

wondered if she had agreed to David’s pursuit in a short period

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reasonable for her to fall in love with someone like him within a short

touch her heart with ease.

received a call from

senses and picked up

“Why did

same way?” Rachel glanced at David, who was paying attention to the road.

of the phone, resisted the urge to curse. Going back to the topic, he said, “That painting. Whose work