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.

blue and made of excellent material. It

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

subconsciously took a step forward, her slender fingers pulling

Jones looked at the woman in his arms. The faint fragrance on

beautiful 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

adorable when

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

his touch,

His dark eyes flickered dangerously as he stared at her intently.

exuded an aggressive aura

hit her heel

still holding

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the tie also fell on top of Rachel

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

The man’s voice

drumbeat, his rhythmic voice

It was an accident. Can you

“No!”

request firmly. At the same time, he bent down and leaned in closer, his thin lips

doesn’t need a