Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Chapter 822

Rachel staggered to her feet, but her legs were numb after sitting cross-legged for so long. She opened her arms to David and said with a cold voice mixed with softness, “My legs are numb. Please carry me.”

Rachel’s eyes were pure and hazy with a layer of moisture. They carried an unclear innocence and were exceptionally seductive.

David’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and his eyes darkened.

He walked closer and saw the assortment of bottles scattered around Rachel’s feet.

The bottles of Beer, liquor, and foreign wine.

No wonder they all drank so much that it was as if their souls were out of their bodies.

Fortunately, Rachel looked fine.

In his impression, Rachel had never been drunk.

David picked her up horizontally. Rachel leaned on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck. “David, I’m delighted today,” said she.

“Why are you delighted?” David looked down at her.

Rachel did not say anything.

A subtle dark glint flashed across David’s eyes when he saw Rachel was so quiet and behaved. “Rae-Rae, are you drunk?” he asked.

“No,” Rachel answered his question.

After a brief silence, she looked at David and said again, I’m delighted today.”

She had repeated it twice. Now, David was sure that she was drunk.

David did not say anything else to her. After carrying her horizontally, he turned and walked straight to the door.

Standing at the door, Eddie glanced at the people sprawled on the floor and asked, ‘Mr. Jones, what should we do with these. people?”

“Do as you see fit,” David said coldly before leaving with Rachel in his arms.

After getting into the car, Rachel instinctively crawled out of David’s arms.

on the chair, still maintaining

you want some sleep?” David asked.

and gave

stay awake, causing her eyes to be covered in a layer

restless desire

away and pulled

Rachel buried her head in his

his body to tighten unexpectedly. His hands

breath, and his dark eyes

to his neck and took a deep

disintegrated David’s self-control and made him feel a rush

her spine. His deep and cold voice was

her nose tip against his neck like a kitten coquettishly nestled in his arms.

cheek with a faint smile on the corners of his mouth. His voice was low

Chris exchanged looks with

Mr. Jones’s move of taking advantage of others was really a

Rachel, a drunk, was oblivious

with laughter. “It’s a

Chris were speechless.

white rabbit had

drove rapidly all the way and finally arrived at

the tie around his neck and unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt. The delicate lines of his collarbone were faintly discernible. Then, he rolled

get the slippers and then

he moved, the collar of his shirt was

Her throat rolled, and her eyes became even hotter. No

David held her hand and walked upstairs.

me. I’ll make you a bowl of hangover soup,” said David.

to turn

Rachel grabbed his wrist.

with a reluctant smile. He raised his hand and

stubborn to let it go. She held his wrist tightly,

curled up slightly, and his deep eyes were filled with a smile. “If you don’t want to drink it, don’t drink it,’

next second, he held the back of the woman’s head with his palms and

but soreness