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.

excellent material. It was smooth and cold

Rachel had to

a step forward, her slender fingers pulling hard at

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

her long eyelashes fluttered. Her facial features were well–defined, and she had a high nose bridge. Her chin

when she was quiet.

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

his

slightly. His dark eyes flickered dangerously

aggressive aura as

she hit her heel against the sofa and she fell backward.

holding on to David’s tie

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

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

The man’s voice sounded

a dull drumbeat, his rhythmic voice caused ripples in her

do this on purpose. It was

“No!”

the same time, he bent down and leaned in closer, his thin lips brushing past her cheek. “Rae–Rae,

man doesn’t need a sense of security.”