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

dark eyes stared at Rachel’s face and noticed

she could not admit that she had lost sleep the

a

the wine?” David

“It depends on who I

eyelid. He looked at her with a meaningful smile in his eyes. “When I return, drink for me.”

and could not help but feel her heart ache.

who was sitting on the sofa, stood up and picked up the wine glass on the table. He took

“Will you

about me?” He raised his eyebrows, a soft

if he was going to jump out of the screen the next second and

staring at his face in a daze. He felt a little proud, and the smile on

the effect he had been longing for.

blush as she

might go back on your

understood the hidden meaning in her words. “You’re not married yet. How could I dare to

head and spat a few times. She looked at him somewhat resentfully.