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

you want some sleep?” David asked.

turned her head and gave him

her eyes to be covered in a layer of wet

There was an instant of restless

away and pulled the woman

Rachel buried her head in his neck and took

strings in his body

dark eyes were filled with a

She leaned closer to his neck and

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

waist. His well-defined fingers slowly moved along her spine. His deep and cold voice was tinged

nose tip against his neck like a kitten

her cheek with a

Chris exchanged looks with meaningful

Mr. Jones’s move of taking advantage

a drunk, was oblivious to

sparkled with laughter. “It’s

and Chris were speechless.

little white rabbit had fallen into a trap!

the way and finally

off the tie around his neck and unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt. The

bent down to get the slippers and then squatted to help Rachel

shirt was even more

neck. Her throat rolled, and her eyes became even hotter.

changed her shoes, David held her hand and

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

was about to turn

Rachel grabbed his wrist. “I’m

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

it go. She held his wrist tightly, afraid he would run away

his lips curled up slightly, and his deep eyes were

of the woman’s head with his palms and kissed

up feeling nothing but soreness