Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

With a leisurely and relaxed pace, David was like a male lion fixated on delicious prey.

Every movement he made exuded an air of confidence and assured victory.

As Rachel had just laid down on the bed, David reached out and pulled her up. “Your hair isn’t dry yet. Aren’t you afraid of catching a cold?”

He placed the glass of milk in Rachel’s hand and fetched a hairdryer, plugging it in before calmly blow-drying her hair.

David’s well-defined fingers slid through her silky hair, gently grazing her scalp. Every movement he made seemed unintentional, yet it revealed tenderness and thoughtfulness..

Rachel gazed at David’s figure through the bright and clean window, unable to help but feel a sense of admiration. Indeed, handsome men always appeared pleasing in whatever they did.

Even in the simplest and most ordinary act of blow-drying hair, he elevated it to something extraordinary with his exquisite and stunning face.

He was a favored man. It was like heaven had bestowed all perfection upon him alone.

Yet, no matter how perfect David was, he had fallen for her.

Thinking about it, Rachel couldn’t help but feel proud.

She lowered her head slightly and covered her lips with a faint smile.

David turned off the hairdryer and rubbed the top of her head with his broad palm. Then, he asked in a low voice, “Are you free this weekend?”

This weekend…

Rachel’s gaze flickered slightly, and she did have plans.

But upon hearing David’s words, her interest was piqued. “You have plans?”

“I want to take you somewhere,” David replied, putting away the hairdryer.

Hearing his response, Rachel became even more curious.

in her heart. Now, David’s words seemed

be that you’re going to show me the true face of the underground king?” Rachel’s

David, Lucas compiled a list of rumors about David and

rumor that David controlled an

matter had already come to her attention during the bidding event, where multiple forces appeared at the same time.

it, causing her heart to

gaze darkened, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and he leaned down, pressing

whispered in a deep voice tinged

shivered all over and

the dim light, a cluster of flames seemed to ignite in the depths of the man’s pitch-black eyes, igniting the fervor and addiction

daze, Rachel felt a coolness around her waist, and her dress was swiftly pushed up

hours, the air became filled with the soft sounds

next day, 12

the lunch break, Rachel invited Mary to go

two sat at a table in a restaurant. Rachel wiped her hands with an alcohol wipe, wearing a half-smile that sent a shiver down

cleaning her hands with the wipe. Otherwise, someone might have mistaken her for sharpening a

her chopsticks, feeling a sense of unease for no apparent reason. “Why are you looking at

flick, Rachel tossed the wet wipe onto the table and crossed her arms. She looked like she was interrogating Mary. “Next time, if you come across any inappropriate or unnecessary questions, just keep

a hint of deep resentment in her

curled upward. Excitement flickered in her eyes, fueled by curiosity. She extended the forks she held toward Rachel. “Sis,

at

feeling guilty. She hung her head low and muttered under her breath, “I just

reached for

approached Rachel, her eyes fixed on her face, tinged with a hint of probing in her

simply giving her a meaningful

that gaze seemed to convey everything she wanted to say

when she spoke

Rachel nodded.

out where she would be buried

any plans on how