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

David’s dark eyes stared at Rachel’s

admit that she had lost sleep the night before because

drank a little last

the wine?”

said thoughtfully, “It depends on who I drink with.”

with a meaningful smile in his eyes.

David’s bloodshot eyes and could not help but feel her heart ache. “Did things

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

frowned slightly. “Will you be

raised his eyebrows, a soft

jump out of the screen the

felt a little proud, and the smile on his lips involuntarily deepened, making his stunning face

was the effect he had been

but blush

her throat. “I was afraid you might go

words. “You’re not married yet. How could I dare

pfft, pfft.” Rachel hurriedly turned her head and spat a few times. She looked