Betrayal At The Altar

She had nothing to say. She only glared at him with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment.

“I will fulfill anything that Rae–Rae likes,” David said.

“You…” Rachel opened her mouth. She eventually let out a helpless sigh. “Forget it, as long as you’re happy.”

Upon hearing her words, David’s lips curved into a joyful smile. He said, “I came late before and couldn’t accompany you day and night, but from now on. I’m willing to spend the rest of my life with you”

“David, I haven’t agreed yet,” Rachel said.

“I know,” David said as he lowered his gaze and stared at Rachel’s pretty face. The faint blush on her fair cheeks was still visible. “But sooner or later, you will be mine.”

With that simple sentence, Rachel felt the unrestrained arrogance that lay behind it.

A hint of shyness crossed her face. She pushed away the man in front of her and quickly said, “Good night,” before turning around and leaving without looking back.

David stood in place, his gaze falling on the fleeing figure that carried a hint of panic. He lightly smiled.

As soon as the door closed, Rachel leaned back against it, still feeling her heart pounding like a drum.

her how to love. Only this man had told her that

her many choices, but he also invisibly cut

and frustrated. She wanted to take action but ultimately failed to achieve any real impact

forehead and lay on the bed, staring at the floating night sky outside the window. Her

how much time had passed. She fell asleep in a

was faint, and all things were just waking up.

she opened the door and walked out. She saw Old Mrs. Jones sitting in

as she scrutinized Rachel with dim eyes. It was as if she was eager to find something on Rachel’s

loose

from outside, his gaze involuntarily

strands fell in front of her forehead,

exquisitely beautiful. Her almond–shaped eyes shimmered with watery radiance. She was breathtakingly gorgeous. Her lips, moist and luscious, exuded a tempting allure that

an unintentional glance made David scream in his mind. He recalled a line of poetry by a poet describing the beauty and elegance

now that you’re back, let’s have dinner,” Old Mrs. Jones said when she noticed

his grip on the small green medicine bottle in his hand before

David pulled out a chair for her.