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

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

could not admit that she had lost

“I drank a little last night and had a headache.”

the wine?” David asked.

depends on who

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

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

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

frowned slightly. “Will you be in

his eyebrows, a soft light glowing in his

going to jump out of

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

he had been longing

could not help but blush

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

meaning in her words. “You’re not married yet. How could

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