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.

faint suspicion arose in her heart. Now, David’s words seemed to be confirming her

guess, could it be that you’re going to show me the true face of the underground

David and sent it to her in an attempt to persuade her to

was the rumor that David controlled an underground power and had absolute

at the same time. They all showed the utmost respect and deference to

experience it, causing her heart

in Rachel’s eyes, David’s gaze darkened, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and

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

shivered all over and instinctively

to ignite in the depths of the man’s

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

became filled with the soft sounds of breathy

day,

the lunch break, Rachel invited Mary to go

Rachel wiped her hands with an alcohol wipe, wearing a

wipe.

for no

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 them to

hint of

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

at her

withdrew her hand, feeling guilty. She hung her head low and muttered under her breath, “I just care about you. It’s all for your sake. What if

for her

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

silent, simply giving her

seemed to convey everything she wanted to say at the

couldn’t help but take a sharp breath, and when she

Rachel nodded.

Mary had even planned out where she

any plans on how to