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

me guess, could it be that you’re going to show me the true face of the underground king?” Rachel’s

rumors about David

was the rumor that David controlled an underground power

come to her attention during the bidding event, where multiple forces appeared at the same time. They all showed the utmost respect and deference to David. She had already deduced

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

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

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

over and instinctively looked

the dim light, a cluster of flames seemed to ignite in the depths of the

waist, and her dress was

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

day,

lunch break, Rachel invited Mary to

restaurant. Rachel wiped her hands with an alcohol wipe, wearing

with the wipe. Otherwise, someone might have mistaken

for no apparent reason. “Why are you looking at

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

hint of deep

in her eyes, fueled by curiosity. She

glanced at

her breath, “I just care about you.

for her cup and

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

silent, simply giving her

gaze seemed to convey everything she

when she spoke again, her voice noticeably trembled. “He actually

Rachel nodded.

planned out where she

how to deal with the