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 dignified

want some sleep?” David asked.

head and gave

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

an instant of restless desire in the depths of

he looked away and pulled

head in his neck and took a breath. “It smells

of the strings in his

took a deep breath, and his dark

She leaned closer to his neck and took a deep

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

around her waist. His well-defined fingers slowly moved along her spine. His deep and cold voice was tinged with a low and hoarse lust,

Rachel rubbed her nose tip against his neck like a kitten coquettishly

pushed her hair aside with his fingertips and gently caressed her cheek with a faint smile

Billy and Chris exchanged looks with meaningful smiles.

it or not? Mr. Jones’s move of taking

Rachel, a drunk, was oblivious to the

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

and Chris

little white rabbit had fallen into a trap!

car drove rapidly all the way and finally arrived at

off the tie around his neck and unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt. The delicate lines of his collarbone were faintly discernible.

slippers and then squatted to help Rachel put them on.

moved, the collar of his shirt was even more open, revealing

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

her shoes, David held her

wait for me. I’ll make you a bowl of

he was about to turn

wrist. “I’m delighted today.”

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

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

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

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

but soreness