Betrayal At The Altar

Rachel Grey suddenly turned around and looked into his attractive black eyes. “David…” “Yeah?” David stared at her intently; unknown emotions surged in his

“You… haven’t left yet?”

“I’ll always be behind you. I’ll prove myself time and time again.”

eyes.

He spoke calmly, but what he said was completely different from his tone, exhibiting his dominance and confidence.

Rachel’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she gripped the coffee cup in her hand tightly. Not only was he answering what she said earlier, but he was also making a promise to her.

She looked away and said calmly, “David, don’t make any promises to me. I’m afraid I won’t be able to respond to you.”

“Why can’t you?” David muttered.

He held her wrist and brought the coffee cup she was holding to his lips. He took a sip from the spot where her lipstick was printed.

Some of the lipstick was printed on David’s lips, leaving a shallow mark before it was swept away by the tip of his tongue.

“That’s…” Rachel said.

“…My cup,” she thought.

The man noticed her expression and pretended not to know. “What’s wrong?”

daze, ignoring the burning sensation on her face. “I still have work to do. I might need to get off

a step when the man reached out and pulled her into his arms again.

and said in a low voice, “Rae–Rae, you can respond

as she

she

her eyes to

her for a moment and gradually

that the man had let go of her, she felt

before her thoughts and grabbed

the moment she touched him, and a flash of surprise flashed

in closer, and a cool softness

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through his entire

it was enough

woman who was right in front of him. Lust surged in the depths

eyes.

from him and looked at him without blinking. Her

were filled with unprecedented determination. “David Jones, I won’t abandon