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.

Rachel had to use quite some strength to untie it.

a step forward, her slender fingers pulling

Jones looked at the woman in his arms. The faint

eyes narrowed slightly, and her long eyelashes fluttered. Her facial features were well–defined, and she had a high nose bridge. Her chin was small but not thin, making her seem

adorable when she

waist. Without

his touch,

His dark eyes flickered dangerously as he

an aggressive aura as he approached

kept retreating, but she hit her heel against the sofa and she

was still holding on

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tie also fell on top of Rachel because she dragged him.

both sides of Rachel’s head. He used his masculine figure to completely envelop

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

rhythmic voice

purpose. It was

“No!”