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.

clearly on her

at Rachel’s face and

slightly. Of course, she could not admit that she had

a little last night and had

the wine?” David

depends on who I drink

without batting an eyelid. He looked at her with a meaningful smile in his eyes. “When I return, drink

could not help but feel

sofa, stood up and picked up the wine glass on the table. He took a sip and said, “It’s a little tricky.”

frowned slightly. “Will you be in danger?”

worried about me?” He raised his eyebrows, a

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

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

he had

not help but blush as she stared at

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

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

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