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.

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

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rumors about David and sent

them was the rumor that David controlled

to her attention during the bidding event, where multiple forces appeared at the same time. They all showed the utmost

to experience it, causing her heart to be filled with excitement and anticipation

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

voice tinged

and instinctively looked at

of flames seemed to ignite in the depths of the

around her waist, and her dress was

hours, the air became filled with the soft

day, 12

lunch break, Rachel invited Mary to go out

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

hands with the wipe. Otherwise, someone might have mistaken her

sense of unease for no

crossed her arms. She looked like she

was a hint of

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

glanced 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 face, tinged with a hint of probing in her tone. “Did David

simply giving her a

convey everything she wanted to say

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

Rachel nodded.

Mary had even planned out where she would be buried in the

have any plans on how to deal with the