Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

After a moment’s reflection, Jimmy couldn’t help but curse, “If you have the guts, let’s fight!”

“I’m afraid you’ll cry and run to your mommy,” Landon replied with a serious tone.

“Hey…” Jimmy dragged his words, threw down what he was holding, rolled up his sleeves, sharpened his knives, and strode towards Landon. “I’ve got a short fuse, and today I’ll make sure to knock you to the ground. You’ll be searching for your teeth on the floor.”

At that moment, a mocking voice came from behind, “Oh, I smell the scent of beef from afar. Looks like we’re in for a treat today.”

Hearing this, everyone turned around.

They saw Christopher with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a cigar between his fingers. He moved leisurely and lazily, exuding an undeniable aura of intimidation.

He wore a striped shirt, his hair meticulously styled with pomade, giving off a touch of refined and rebellious elegance. The corners of his eyes curved with a hint of a smile, and beneath his carefree demeanor hid a hidden fierceness.

When Rachel caught sight of Christopher, her gaze flickered ever so slightly.

Jimmy raised an eyebrow slightly, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “You’re finally willing to leave your pathetic territory.”

“I don’t like the way you put it,” Christopher walked over, then pulled a wicker chair and greeted Rachel before plopping down on it. “That place was built through years of my battles. How can you call it a pathetic territory?”

“Judging by your words, it seems you have developed strong feelings for that place. Are you reluctant to leave?”

“You are not me. How could you know what brings me joy?”

The group of men continued their conversation intermittently while Rachel quietly enjoyed her skewers.

Suddenly, her phone rang, and it was a call from Mary.

“I’ll take this call,” Rachel said to David before picking up her phone and getting up.

She walked to a shaded area in the garden and slid her finger across the screen to answer the call

“Rae-Rae, I’ve already made all the

of the

book the flight

the call, Rachel looked at David, who was engaged in casual conversation with the others in

towards Rachel. Then, David decisively

remaining three men noticed the situation and

abandoned? Why is it being

lighter in his hand, and his fingertip brushed against the gears. He watched as a blue flame flickered and burned, casually remarking,

in the wicker chair. His eyes flickered with a mysterious expression, and he spoke with profound meaning, “Your thoughts have always been the most delicate. Even

the case, then I have disappointed

the three of them chatted, David had already

his arm around Rachel’s slender waist, pulling her: his embrace. Bending down, he gently

met, he had wanted to kiss her. But with others present and

you come over?” he murmured, his

with an unintentional tenderness. “It’s time to go back to

furrowed his brow imperceptibly. “Will you come back and spend the evening

young woman who longed for

Rachel’s eyes curved as she

of her eyes, David’s slightly furrowed brow relaxed a bit. His gaze couldn’t help but become indulgent and doting, and his

plant a

that, she turned

watched Rachel’s figure receding and glanced at the sky,

had been a long

bathroom with her long wet hair. She casually wiped her hair and applied skincare in front of

phone kept vibrating with voice messages. They

I have a question I’d like to ask you. Should I bring it

first voice message, and the

was busy with her skincare routine, it was inconvenient for her to hold the phone to her ear. Instead, she opted to play the voice message on

message continued to play on