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.

therefore, the successive heads of the family have always been women. As the next head of the family,

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

adjusted her earring, casually asking, “How do you come

and under such conditions, anyone else would have readily agreed without hesitation. But you are not just anyone,”

flattery but rather expressed her genuine perspective from the

for an inheritance, the fact that he had succeeded in claiming

were utterly -unappealing

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

down to

with a disdainful expression. “Stop trying to flatter yourself,” she

appreciating

Rachel was speechless.

lured Rachel into

encounter, she nestled weakly in

the man’s chest injury had healed, but the stitched-up area

traced the scars,

but it

and down, his deep voice noticeably huskier than before, “Does your heart

Rachel softly responded.

don’t you dote on me

Rachel’s eyebrows twitched.

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

a low laugh. “Shouldn’t you share a blanket

just silently let go of a

David grabbed the corner of the blanket and crawled

slender waist and held her in his arms. His thin lips brushed past her

Rachel was suspicious.

mean by

her to sleep peacefully,

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

and gently pulled her legs

she was, she

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