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.

appeared clearly on her phone screen.

night?” David’s dark eyes stared at Rachel’s face and noticed the

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

excuse. “I drank a little

the wine?”

“It depends on who I drink with.”

raised his eyebrows without batting an eyelid. He looked at her with a meaningful smile in his eyes. “When

rested yet?” Rachel noticed David’s bloodshot eyes and could not help but feel her heart ache.

picked up the wine glass on the

you be in danger?”

me?” He raised his eyebrows, a soft light glowing in his dark

affectionately, as if he was going to jump out of the screen the next second and kiss

in a daze. He felt a little proud, and the smile on his lips

effect he

could not help but blush as she

might go back on your

not married yet. How could I dare to die?”

times. She looked at him somewhat resentfully. “It’s so unlucky to mention that word for no reason.”