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.

made of excellent material. It was smooth

earlier. Rachel had to use quite some strength to untie

step forward, her slender fingers

at the woman in his arms. The faint fragrance on her body made him intoxicated and slightly

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,

when she was quiet.

waist. Without realizing himself, he was actually

sensation of his touch, Rachel retreated

eyes flickered dangerously as he stared at her

an aggressive aura

retreating, but she hit her heel against the sofa and she fell backward.

she was still holding on

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the owner of the tie also fell on top

sofa, his arms on both sides of Rachel’s head. He used his

actions?” The man’s voice sounded especially husky when

voice caused ripples in her

do this on purpose. It was an accident. Can you

“No!”

the same time, he bent down and leaned in closer,

doesn’t need a sense