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 her usual dignified and elegant posture.

you want some sleep?” David

and gave him a

awake, causing her eyes to be covered

was an instant of restless desire

away and

Rachel buried her head in his neck and

one of the strings in his body to tighten

deep breath, and his dark eyes were filled with a restless

his neck. She leaned closer to his neck and took a deep breath. “It smells

self-control and made him feel a rush of fire surge into his lower abdomen.

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 gravel. “Do you

nose tip against his neck like a kitten coquettishly nestled in his arms. “I like it,”

pulled her into his arms. He pushed her hair aside with his fingertips and gently caressed her cheek with a faint smile on the corners of his mouth. His voice was low and slow, particularly

Chris exchanged looks with meaningful smiles.

Jones’s move of taking advantage of others was really a little unbearable to

drunk, was oblivious

with laughter. “It’s a deal,”

and Chris were

little white rabbit had

rapidly all the way and

tie around his neck and unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt. The delicate lines of his collarbone

and then squatted to help Rachel put

shirt was even more open, revealing his firm chest muscles.

at his neck. Her throat rolled, and her eyes became even hotter. No one knew what was

she changed her shoes, David held

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

to turn around

wrist.

said David with a reluctant smile. He raised his hand and patted her head. “Be good and wait for me.”

stubborn to let it go. She held his wrist

eyes. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his deep eyes were filled

the woman’s head with his palms and kissed her fiercely.

woke up feeling nothing but soreness the after morning.