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.

hair behind her ear and changed the topic without batting an eyelid.

concerned whether

worry about the consequences.” His deep voice carried

matter what Rachel did at the Smiths today, David

“What if I commit murder and arson one day? Will you feel that I’m not gentle at all

matter what.” David looked at her. His mysterious black eyes were mesmerizing as if telling her that

flickered

need to

had once wondered if she had agreed to David’s pursuit in a short period because she was impulsive or because

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she heard. vid’s answer, she felt that it was completely reasonable for her to fall in love with someone like him within a

always touch

call from Mr. Griffin. That successfully interrupted

back to her senses and picked

heard Mr. Griffin’s angry roars. “Why did you leave me behind? How

same way?” Rachel glanced at David, who was paying

who was on the other end of the phone, resisted the urge to curse. Going back to the topic, he said, “That painting. Whose

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