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.

maintaining

you want some sleep?”

head and gave him a blank

blurry. She forced herself to stay awake, causing her eyes to be covered in a layer of wet

instant of restless desire in the depths of

away and pulled

her head in his neck

David’s neck, causing one of the strings in his body to tighten unexpectedly. His hands on

breath, and his dark eyes

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 surge into his

moved along her spine. His deep and cold voice was tinged with a low and hoarse lust, revealing the texture of gravel. “Do you like

rubbed her nose tip against his neck like a kitten coquettishly nestled in his arms. “I

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 seductive.

the front seat, Billy and Chris exchanged looks

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

was

“It’s a

Chris were

little white rabbit had fallen into a trap!

rapidly all the way and finally arrived

buttons of his shirt. The delicate lines of his

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

his shirt was even more open, revealing his firm chest

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

David held her

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

to turn around and

Rachel grabbed his wrist.

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

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

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

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

nothing but soreness the after morning.