Betrayal At The Altar

“Um, may I ask a question…” On the other end of the phone, Mary hesitated and asked, “Whose Rolls–Royce is that?”

Rachel pinched her lips, subconsciously snatched a glance at David next to her, and coughed to cover up her embarrassment before she said lightly, “That is not important.” Then she hung up the phone.

She turned her head to David and said, “I’m sorry for the trouble.”

“You are not the person who should apologize.”

Fixing his gaze on Rachel’s pretty face, David slowly raised his hand and picked a strand of her hair with his slender fingers, his eyes brimming with unconscious infatuation. “I won’t let them have a chance to create any difficulties for you,” he declared.

Rachel instantly understood his implication. Then, seeing him take out his phone, she held his hand, flustered, and said, “Wait!”

Rachel’s slender fingers were a bit cold. But, on the contrary, David’s palm was warm.

The coolness of her fingertip touched his heart and quenched his anger like a winding stream.

small hand in his palm, and the murderous look in his eyes disappeared instantly. The next second, he smiled gently and said, “Your hand is

turned his palm around and held

palm, and her eyes flickered. Finally, she composed herself and said lightly, “This is

I’ll clean up the mess for you, no matter how severe the consequences.” Surprise flashed across Rachel’s eyes. She couldn’t help but stare at David, lost in thought. All women needed care and love. Rachel might have looked cold and detached, but she was no exception.

had been humble and submissive in front of him

and enduring the

that women didn’t have to compromise or

clean up the mess for her no matter

an inexplicable feeling crept over her, and her heart became warm

shotgun, coughed, and Rachel, who was moved by

we drop

and immediately shook off David’s hand without hesitation as if

was rendered

she avoiding being seeing intimate