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.

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 always been women. As the next head of the family, Jennifer naturally has a unique set of marriage criteria. We

seems she has chosen the wrong person,” Rachel responded, surprised to learn that Jennifer had taken the initiative

and adjusted her earring, casually

family, and under such conditions, anyone else would have readily agreed without hesitation. But you are

her genuine

the struggle for an inheritance, the fact that

enticing conditions were utterly -unappealing in the presence

upon hearing her words. “So, in

spoke, he leaned down to kiss

expression.

just appreciating you,” David replied.

Rachel was speechless.

that night, David lured Rachel into the

nestled weakly in David’s

healed, but the stitched-up area appeared grotesque, resembling

the scars, “Does it hurt?”

usual question, but it

hand. His throat bobbed up and down, his deep voice noticeably huskier

softly

feel sorry for me, why don’t

Rachel’s eyebrows twitched.

corner of the blanket and wrapped herself up. “I’m tired. I’ll sleep

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

let

she let go, David grabbed the corner of the blanket

hooked his arm around the woman’s slender waist and held her in his arms.

Rachel was suspicious.

he mean by

her to sleep peacefully, so she

lying on top of the man’s body

pulled her legs and arms away from the

was, she still

arm and wrapped it around her waist. With a little force, he pulled her