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

night?” David’s dark eyes stared at Rachel’s face and noticed the faint dark circles beneath her

eyes flashed slightly. Of course, she could not admit that she had lost sleep the

excuse. “I drank a

wine?” David

said thoughtfully, “It depends on who

an eyelid. He looked at her with a meaningful smile in his eyes.

noticed David’s bloodshot eyes and could not help but

on the sofa, stood up and picked up the wine glass on the table. He

frowned slightly. “Will you be in

his eyebrows, a soft light glowing

going to jump out of

in a daze. He felt a little proud,

he had been longing

but blush as she stared at him.

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

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

Rachel hurriedly turned her head and spat a few times. She looked at him somewhat resentfully. “It’s so unlucky to mention that word