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

too hard earlier. Rachel had to use quite

slender fingers pulling

woman in his arms. The faint

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

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

his

eyes flickered dangerously as he stared at her intently.

exuded an aggressive aura as he approached

hit her heel

was still holding on to David’s

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on top of Rachel

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

planning to apologize with your actions?” The man’s voice sounded especially husky when he smiled. It was almost

dull drumbeat, his rhythmic voice caused ripples in

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

“No!”

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

need a sense