Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 127

If it wasn’t because of the former, what could it be?

Rachel Grey narrowed her eyes, which glinted with an obscure emotion.

She felt that Old Mr. Johnson was hiding something from her.

Could it be that he was hiding some unknown secret?

She could not feel any more irritated and vexed. Then she massaged her temples.

“Rachel Grey, shouldn’t you give me an acceptable explanation?” The man’s deep and cold voice sounded from behind.

Rachel came back to her senses and turned around.

David Jones unbuttoned his suit jacket and tugged at his tic.

However, his tie tightened, intensifying his impatience.

Seeing this, Rachel pursed her lips and said ingratiatingly, “Shall I?”

David paused. He took off his suit and threw it on the sofa. He stood quietly on the spot, waiting for Rachel.

Rachel took a deep breath and slowly stepped forward, reaching for his tie to untie it.

material.

pulled on it too hard earlier. Rachel had to use quite some strength

her slender fingers pulling hard at the knot.

arms. The faint fragrance on

eyes narrowed slightly, and her long eyelashes fluttered. Her facial features were well–defined, and she had a high nose bridge. Her chin was small but not thin, making her seem like a young girl in her teens in

looked adorable when she was quiet.

Without realizing himself, he was actually

sensation of his touch, Rachel retreated instinctively.

dark eyes flickered dangerously as he

aura as he approached

hit her heel against the

still holding

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the tie also fell on top of Rachel

one knee on the sofa, his arms on both sides of Rachel’s head. He

to apologize with your actions?” The man’s voice sounded especially

rhythmic voice caused

didn’t do this on purpose. It was an

“No!”

rejected her request firmly. At the same time, he bent down and leaned in closer, his thin lips brushing past her cheek. “Rae–Rae, you make me

man doesn’t need a sense