Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 182

The next morning, Rachel went to office as usual.

In the conference room, she rested her forehead in one hand and quietly listened to the department head’s report on stage.

Under Rachel’s gaze, the supervisor was on tenterhooks. His back was unknowingly drenched in cold sweat, afraid that he might say something

wrong.

At this moment, Rachel’s phone suddenly rang.

She quickly picked it up and took a look. It was David.

She pursed her lips and suppressed the smile on her face. She stood up and said, “Let’s stop here for today. We’ll continue tomorrow.”

The supervisors secretly heaved a sigh of relief and watched Rachel leave.

Back in her office, Rachel picked up the video call.

face appeared clearly on her phone

at Rachel’s face and noticed the

eyes flashed slightly. Of course, she could not admit that she had lost sleep the night

a random excuse. “I drank a little last night and had

wine?” David

on who

eyebrows without batting an eyelid. He looked at her with

eyes and could not help but feel her heart ache. “Did things go

on the sofa, stood up and picked up the wine glass on the table. He took a

“Will you be in

me?” He raised his eyebrows, a soft

to jump out of the screen the next second and kiss the back of her

Rachel was staring at his face in a daze. He felt a little proud, and the smile on his lips involuntarily deepened, making his stunning face even

he had been longing

not help but blush as she stared at him.

throat. “I was afraid you might go back on your word,”

“You’re not married yet.

hurriedly turned her head and spat a few times. She looked at him