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.

sat quietly on the chair, still maintaining her usual

some

turned her head and gave him a blank look.

eyes were clear and blurry. She forced herself to stay awake, causing her eyes to be covered in

was an instant of restless desire in the depths of his deep pupils.

looked away and pulled the woman into his arms.

his shoulder, Rachel buried her head in his neck

causing one of the strings in his body to tighten

and his dark eyes were filled

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

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

His deep and cold voice was tinged with a low and hoarse lust,

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 and slow, particularly

Billy and Chris exchanged looks with meaningful

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

a drunk, was oblivious to

with laughter. “It’s a deal,” said

Chris

white rabbit had fallen

drove rapidly all the way and finally

buttons of his shirt. The delicate lines

down to get the slippers and then

collar of his shirt was even more open,

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

her shoes, David held her hand and

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

he was about to turn around

wrist. “I’m delighted today.”

raised his hand and patted her head. “Be good and wait for

Rachel was too stubborn to let it go. She held his wrist tightly, afraid he would run away

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

of the woman’s head with his palms and kissed her

nothing but soreness the after morning.