Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Chapter 472

Rachel thought of the person who bumped into her earlier, and a cold glint flashed across her eyes.

“Miss Grey.” Rachel heard a familiar voice call out to her from behind.

Rachel turned around and saw Darcy.

She said in surprise, “Darcy,”

“Are you looking for this?” Darcy walked forward and handed the phone to Rachel.

When Rachel saw the phone, her eyes flickered slightly. She then broke into a smile. “Thank you.”

She took the phone and asked casually, “Where did you find it?”

Darcy said with a deadpan expression, “I saw what happen by coincidence.” Coincidence again.

Darcy noticed the indifference in Rachel’s eyes. He lowered his eyes to hide his self-deprecating expression. “Miss Grey, if there’s nothing else, I’ll leave first.”

“Okay.” Rachel watched Darcy leave in silence.

She knew that she should not have doubted Darcy.

difficult for her not to suspect that Darcy

have expected the person to have fled the

party’s intentions right from the

was as she had expected, then what had Darcy protected her from harm all

up in front to pick

up at the gradually thickening night sky, her

transformed

drove straight to a

an atmosphere of romance, with dim lighting and plush, opulent__ decor

of the music. Occasionally, their bodies would inadvertently brush against each other as they exchanged amorous glances. They

the crowd as

man at the bar counter saw Darcy, he immediately

the

pinned him down on the bar

calm voice, “This is

man gritted his teeth

me in, or should I go in myself?” Darcy asked coldly

of the phone chuckled

with the buzz-cut walked out of a thick wooden door. He turned slightly and made a