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 dignified and elegant posture.

you want some

turned her head and gave him a blank

causing her eyes

of restless desire in the depths

away and pulled

shoulder, Rachel buried her head in his

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

dark eyes were

to his neck and took a deep breath.

just a simple action of hers that disintegrated David’s self-control and made

deep and cold voice was tinged with a low

neck like a kitten coquettishly nestled in his arms. “I like it,” she said.

fingertips and gently caressed her cheek with a faint smile on the corners of his mouth. His voice

Billy and Chris exchanged looks with meaningful

of taking advantage of others was really a little unbearable to

a drunk, was oblivious to the danger.

with laughter. “It’s a

and Chris were

the little white rabbit had fallen into a

all the way and finally arrived at Sandalwood Hills.

two buttons of his shirt. The delicate lines of

the slippers and then

of his shirt was even more open, revealing his firm chest muscles.

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

David held her hand and walked upstairs.

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

to turn around and

wrist. “I’m

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

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

then slowly raised his eyes. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his deep eyes were filled

of the woman’s head with

up feeling nothing but