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.

maintaining her

you want some sleep?” David

and gave him

her eyes to be covered in a layer of

instant of restless desire in the

and pulled

her head in his neck and took a breath. “It smells good.”

breath landed on David’s neck, causing one of the strings in his body to tighten unexpectedly. His hands on

a deep breath, and his dark eyes were

hooked around his neck. She leaned closer to his neck and took a deep

simple action of hers that disintegrated David’s self-control and made him feel a rush of

around her waist. His well-defined fingers slowly moved along her spine. His deep and cold voice was tinged with a low and hoarse lust, revealing the texture of

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

around her waist and pulled her into his arms. He pushed her hair aside with his fingertips and gently caressed her cheek with a faint

and Chris exchanged

it or not? Mr. Jones’s move of taking advantage of others was really

a drunk, was oblivious to the

sparkled with laughter. “It’s

and Chris

little white rabbit had fallen into

the way and finally arrived at Sandalwood Hills.

and unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt. The

and then squatted to help

he moved, the collar of his shirt was even more open, revealing his firm chest muscles.

straight at his neck. Her throat rolled, and her eyes became even

held

to your room and wait for me. I’ll make you a bowl of hangover soup,”

about to

grabbed his wrist. “I’m delighted

smile. He raised his hand and patted her head. “Be good and

Rachel was too stubborn to let it go. She held his wrist

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

next second, he held the back of the woman’s head

but soreness the after