Betrayal At The Altar

Chapter 26

Rachel was so frightened that her face turned pale. She closed her eyes and subconsciously hugged the potted plant in her arms.

In the blink of an eye, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, and she was pulled into a tight embrace.

Everything happened so suddenly that Rachel could not react in time.

The pain that she was expecting from the fall never came. She wondered to herself, “What is happening?”

When Rachel slowly opened her eyes, she saw David in close proximity. It turned out that he had caught her just in time to break her fall.

The man’s jawline was extremely sharp, and his protruding Adam’s apple looked vaguely sexy. He had a long and slender neck. One could feel an elegant aura emitting from him. He was a very attractive man indeed.

Their bodies fit together perfectly. Rachel was instantly enveloped by the man’s large frame, leaving her with no space to escape.

Their gazes met without warning. Rachel could see her own reflection in the man’s eyes, and it was so intoxicating.

Her heart skipped a beat. Then, it started pounding. Soon, a tinge of pink appeared on her fair cheeks.

“Have you always been so clumsy?” David’s deep and mesmerizing voice rang in her ears. It was as if the man was teasing her.

like an electric current passing through

loosened. She hastily pulled away and retorted in a low voice, “It’s not that I’m clumsy. It’s just that the path was too slippery…”

suddenly thought about teasing her. With a low laugh, he said, “If we go with your logic, the cobblestones on this

pursed her lips and

up the

roots with her fingertips. Smiling subconsciously, she said,

and looked at Rachel quietly. There was a tenderness in his gaze that had never been seen before.

Rachel’s slender hands, he frowned and grabbed

his gaze and realized there was a small cut on

the flowerpot. It was just a light scratch and not a

her wound

picked up Rachel without a word and walked toward the

as her arms instinctively wrapped around the man’s neck. At the same time, her forehead brushed against

pace did not slow