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.

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

you’re going to show me the true

of rumors about David and sent it to her in an

that David controlled an underground

same time. They all showed the utmost respect and

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

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

tinged with passionate huskiness, “Why don’t you try guessing what I’m going to do to you

shivered all over and

ignite in the depths of the man’s pitch-black eyes, igniting the fervor and addiction within

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

hours, the air became filled with the soft sounds of breathy moans, composing a nocturnal symphony of sensual

day, 12

break, Rachel invited Mary

Rachel wiped her hands with an alcohol

with the wipe. Otherwise, someone

her chopsticks, feeling a sense of unease for no apparent reason.

arms. She looked like she

of deep resentment in her

eyes, fueled by curiosity. She extended the forks she held toward Rachel. “Sis, please share

at

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

silence, Mary reached for her cup and

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

simply giving

convey everything she wanted to say at the same

and when she spoke again, her voice noticeably

Rachel nodded.

even planned out where she

any plans on how to deal with the