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 was smooth and cold to the touch.

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

took a step forward, her slender fingers pulling hard

arms. The faint

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

slim waist. Without realizing himself, he was actually moving closer to her.

the sensation of his touch, Rachel

dark eyes flickered

aggressive aura

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

was still holding

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of the tie also fell on top of Rachel because she dragged him.

arms on both sides of Rachel’s head. He used his masculine figure

voice sounded especially husky when he smiled. It was

dull drumbeat, his rhythmic voice caused ripples in her heart.

didn’t do this on purpose. It was an accident. Can you get up…”

“No!”

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

man doesn’t need a sense of