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.

Christopher today, a faint suspicion arose in her heart. Now, David’s words seemed to be confirming her previous conjecture

show me the true face of the underground

contact with David, Lucas compiled a list of rumors about David and sent it to her in an attempt

rumor that David controlled an underground

bidding event, where multiple forces appeared at the same time.

take Rachel to experience it, causing her heart to be filled with excitement

the shimmering smile in Rachel’s eyes, David’s gaze darkened, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and he leaned

temple. He whispered in a deep voice tinged with passionate huskiness, “Why don’t you try guessing what I’m going

all over and

in the depths of the man’s

her waist, and her dress was swiftly pushed up

the late-night hours, the air became filled with the soft sounds of breathy moans, composing a

next day, 12

invited Mary

a table in a restaurant. Rachel wiped her hands with an

with the wipe. Otherwise, someone might have mistaken

sense of unease for no

crossed her arms. She looked like she was interrogating Mary.

a hint of deep resentment in

involuntarily curled upward. Excitement flickered in her eyes, fueled by curiosity. She extended the forks she

glanced at her

head low and muttered under her breath, “I just

reached for her cup and took

became bolder and approached Rachel, her eyes fixed on her face, tinged with a hint of probing in her tone. “Did David overhear

giving her a meaningful

words were spoken, that gaze seemed to convey everything she wanted to say

when she

Rachel nodded.

out where she would be buried in

any plans on how to deal with the