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 too hard earlier. Rachel had to use quite some strength to untie

step forward, her slender fingers pulling hard at

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

long eyelashes fluttered. Her facial features were well–defined, and she had a high nose bridge. Her chin was small but not thin, making

adorable when she was quiet.

arm gently landed on the woman’s slim waist. Without realizing himself, he was actually moving closer

of his touch, Rachel retreated

eyebrows slightly. His dark eyes flickered dangerously as

exuded an aggressive aura as he approached her.

kept retreating, but she hit her heel against the

still holding on to

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also fell on top of

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

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

rhythmic voice caused ripples in her

was an accident. Can

“No!”

same time, he bent down and leaned in closer, his thin lips brushing

doesn’t need a sense