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

rest well last night?” David’s dark eyes stared at Rachel’s face and

that she had lost sleep the night before because she

“I drank a little last night and had a

the wine?” David asked.

on who I drink

without batting an eyelid. He looked at her with a meaningful smile in his

bloodshot eyes and could not help but feel her heart

up the wine glass on the table. He took a sip and said, “It’s a little

frowned slightly. “Will you be

raised his eyebrows, a soft light glowing in

as if he was going to jump out of the

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

the effect he had been longing for.

not help but blush

cleared her throat. “I was afraid you might go back on

the hidden meaning in her words. “You’re not married yet.

head and spat a few times. She looked at him somewhat resentfully. “It’s so unlucky to mention