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.

she was young, everyone around her had been teaching her how to love. Only this man had told her that

choices, but he also invisibly

and frustrated. She wanted to take action but ultimately failed to achieve any real impact or result. A deep sense of frustration

the floating night sky outside

much time had passed.

faint, and all

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

asked, her lips curving into a meaningful smile as she scrutinized Rachel

her hand to tuck a strand of loose hair behind her ear and

outside, his gaze involuntarily fell on Rachel.

A few strands fell in front of her forehead, giving

eyes shimmered with watery radiance. She was breathtakingly gorgeous. Her lips, moist and luscious, exuded a tempting allure that inexplicably captured all of

David scream in his mind. He recalled a line of poetry by

dinner,” Old Mrs. Jones said when

the small green medicine bottle in his hand before taking a step

out a chair for