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

you want some

and gave

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

was an instant of restless

later, he looked away and pulled the woman into

in his neck and took a breath. “It smells good.”

the strings in his body to tighten unexpectedly. His hands on his knees curled

deep breath, and his dark eyes were

to his neck

self-control and made him feel a rush

well-defined fingers slowly moved along her spine. His deep and cold

like a kitten coquettishly nestled in

hair aside with his fingertips and gently caressed her cheek with

Chris exchanged

not? Mr. Jones’s move of taking advantage of others was really a

a drunk, was oblivious to

sparkled with laughter. “It’s a deal,” said she.

Chris were

had

way and finally arrived at

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

then squatted to help Rachel put them on.

shirt was even more open, revealing his firm chest

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

she changed her shoes, David held her hand and walked upstairs.

back to your room and wait for me. I’ll make you a bowl

he was about to turn

grabbed his wrist. “I’m delighted today.”

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

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

raised his eyes. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his deep eyes were filled with a smile. “If you don’t want to drink it, don’t

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

but