Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Chapter 845

His arm was clasped around her waist, forcibly embracing her. His arm tightened, carrying a hint of threat.

They were close enough to brush against each other, their breaths blending.

Rachel Grey’s hands rested on his chest as she raised her gaze, looking at the man in front of her. “I never thought about it.”

Who could truly say for certain what lay within the realm of imagination?

If one could foresee things with absolute accuracy, then there would not be so many lifelong regrets.

Indeed, there would be fewer regrets that haunt people for a lifetime.

The depth in David Jones’ gaze faded slightly as he stared at her without blinking, his eyes fixed on her.

His hand around her waist relaxed slightly, slowly sliding down to the small of her back. “Are you still jealous?” he asked.

“It’s alright.” Sensing that his arm had loosened a little, she seized the opportunity and freed herself from his embrace. “To be honest, Jennifer Clifford’s background and appearance do indeed match yours, and over the years, you never addressed the rumors or the ongoing alliances. between the Clifford and Jones families. Your silence has been interpreted as consent.”

Indeed, it’s unsurprising that Jimmy Shain would assume that David had tacitly accepted the marriage alliance with Jennifer.

The public perception is that Jennifer Clifford is the rightful mistress in the Jones family.

Rachel Grey cast a sidelong glance at him, patiently waiting for David’s response.

David Jones held an umbrella with one hand while holding her hand with the other as they walked side by side in the gentle drizzle. “Jennifer is indeed the ideal candidate for the marriage alliance,” he said.

Those words could be interpreted as David acknowledging Rache’s earlier statement.

The words sound hurtful no matter how one interpreted them, leaving Rachel feeling unsettled in her heart.

They both sat down in a pavilion by the water, and she raised her hand to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

Seeing a hint of emotion on her face, a faint smile appeared in the corner of David’s eyes. “But I don’t need such assistance,” he said.

“Assistance?” Rachel’s eyes flickered with curiosity.

lifted her up and placed her on his lap, his hand holding her chin gently. He lightly pecked her lips and said, “The Clifford family is different from other families. They uphold female dominance, and therefore, the successive heads of the family have

has chosen the wrong person,” Rachel responded, surprised to learn that Jennifer

earring, casually asking, “How do

of the Jones family, and under such conditions, anyone else would have readily agreed without

any flattery but rather expressed her genuine perspective

his way through the struggle for an inheritance, the fact that he had succeeded in claiming the position was evidence of his abilities

were utterly -unappealing in the presence

David’s eyes grew even more pronounced upon hearing her words. “So,

down to

expression. “Stop trying to flatter yourself,” she

appreciating you,” David

Rachel was speechless.

that night, David lured Rachel

a passionate encounter, she nestled weakly

chest injury had healed, but the stitched-up area appeared grotesque, resembling an ugly centipede crawling on

the scars, “Does it

usual question, but it carried a

throat bobbed up and down, his deep voice noticeably huskier than before,

softly responded.

for me, why don’t you dote on me instead?”

Rachel’s eyebrows twitched.

the blanket and wrapped herself up.

spring roll, David let out a low laugh. “Shouldn’t you

say anything. She just silently let go

the corner

hooked his arm around the woman’s slender waist and held her in his arms. His thin lips brushed past her temples as

Rachel was suspicious.

by “sleep first tonight.”

her to sleep peacefully, so she did not probe

lying on top of the man’s body when she woke up. She felt she had lost her

pulled her legs and arms away

was, she still

out his arm and wrapped it around her waist. With a little force, he pulled her into his arms. “It’s still early. Why don’t