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.

saw the appearance of Christopher today, a faint suspicion arose in her heart. Now, David’s words seemed to be

the true

compiled a list of rumors about David and sent it to her in an attempt to

that David controlled an underground

at the same time.

to experience it, causing her

he looked at the shimmering smile in Rachel’s eyes, David’s gaze darkened, his Adam’s

lips brushed against her temple. He whispered in a deep voice tinged with passionate huskiness, “Why don’t you try guessing what

and instinctively looked

flames seemed to ignite in the depths of

a coolness around her waist, and

filled with the soft sounds of breathy moans, composing a nocturnal

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invited Mary to go out

restaurant. Rachel wiped her hands with an alcohol wipe, wearing a half-smile that sent a

hands with the wipe. Otherwise, someone might

of unease for no apparent reason. “Why are you

tossed the wet wipe onto the table and crossed her arms. She looked like she was interrogating

of deep resentment in her

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

at her

low and muttered under her breath, “I just care about you. It’s all for your sake. What if something unexpected were

Mary reached for her cup and took a

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

remained silent, simply giving her

seemed to convey

but take a sharp breath, and when she spoke again, her voice noticeably trembled. “He actually

Rachel nodded.

Mary had even planned out where she would be

any plans on how to deal with