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.

chair, still maintaining her usual dignified

want some sleep?” David asked.

head and gave him a blank look.

awake, causing her eyes to be covered in a layer of wet mist, which made her look pitiful.

of restless desire in the depths of his

looked away and

his shoulder, Rachel buried her head in his neck and

causing one of the strings in his body to tighten unexpectedly. His hands on his knees curled up

took a deep breath, and his dark

his neck and

David’s self-control and made him feel a rush of fire surge into his

deep and cold voice was tinged with a low and hoarse lust, revealing the texture of gravel.

neck like a kitten

He pushed her hair aside with his fingertips and gently caressed her cheek with a faint smile on the corners of

the front seat, Billy and Chris

not? Mr. Jones’s move of taking advantage of others was really a little unbearable to watch.

drunk, was

“It’s a deal,” said she.

and Chris

rabbit had fallen

rapidly all the way and finally

The delicate

and then

moved, the collar of his shirt was even more open,

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

her shoes, David held her

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

he was about to turn around and leave.

grabbed his wrist. “I’m delighted

smile. He raised his hand

his wrist tightly, afraid he would

his

held the back of the woman’s head with his

but soreness the after