Betrayal At The Altar

If it wasn’t because of the former, what could it be?

Rachel Grey narrowed her eyes, which glinted with an obscure emotion.

She felt that Old Mr. Johnson was hiding something from her.

Could it be that he was hiding some unknown secret?

She could not feel any more irritated and vexed. Then she massaged her temples.

“Rachel Grey, shouldn’t you give me an acceptable explanation?” The man’s deep and cold voice sounded from behind.

Rachel came back to her senses and turned around.

David Jones unbuttoned his suit jacket and tugged at his tic.

However, his tie tightened, intensifying his impatience.

Seeing this, Rachel pursed her lips and said ingratiatingly, “Shall I?”

David paused. He took off his suit and threw it on the sofa. He stood quietly on the spot, waiting for Rachel.

Rachel took a deep breath and slowly stepped forward, reaching for his tie to untie it.

The tie was dark blue and made of excellent material. It was smooth and cold to the touch.

hard earlier. Rachel

took a step forward, her slender fingers pulling hard at the knot.

woman in his arms. The faint fragrance on her body made

bridge. Her chin was small but not thin, making her seem like a young girl in her teens in some way.

when she

waist. Without realizing himself, he was actually moving closer to her.

his touch, Rachel retreated

slightly. His dark eyes flickered dangerously as he stared

exuded an aggressive aura as he approached

kept retreating, but she hit her heel

holding on to David’s

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fell on top of Rachel

his arms on both sides of Rachel’s head. He used his masculine figure to completely envelop the woman in his

actions?” The man’s voice sounded especially husky when he smiled. It was almost bewitching.

rhythmic voice caused

on purpose. It was an accident.

“No!”