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.

still maintaining her usual

you want some

and gave him a blank

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

There was an instant of restless desire

later, he looked away and pulled the woman into

head in his

the strings in his body to tighten unexpectedly.

a deep breath, and his dark

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

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

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

neck like a kitten

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

Billy and Chris exchanged looks with meaningful

they say it or not? Mr. Jones’s move of taking advantage of others was really a little unbearable

Rachel, a drunk, was

with laughter. “It’s a

Chris were

white rabbit had

drove rapidly all the way and finally arrived

and unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt. The delicate lines of his

bent down to get the slippers and then squatted to help Rachel put them on.

collar of his shirt was even more

rolled, and her eyes became even hotter. No one knew what was

her shoes, David held her hand and walked upstairs.

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

to turn around

his wrist.

know,” said David with a reluctant smile. He raised his hand and patted her

too stubborn to let it go. She held his wrist tightly, afraid he would run away in the next

down at her and then slowly raised his eyes. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his deep

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

feeling nothing but soreness the