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.

David had pulled on it too hard earlier. Rachel had to use

a step forward, her slender fingers pulling

the woman in his arms. The faint fragrance on her body made him intoxicated and slightly addicted.

eyelashes fluttered. Her facial features were well–defined, and she had a high nose bridge.

looked adorable when she

landed on the woman’s slim waist. Without realizing himself, he was actually moving closer

the sensation of his touch, Rachel

eyes flickered dangerously as he

exuded an aggressive aura as

kept retreating, but she hit her heel

she was still holding on to David’s

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tie also fell on top of Rachel

knelt on one knee on the sofa, his arms on both sides of Rachel’s head.

voice sounded especially husky when

voice caused ripples

didn’t do this on purpose. It was an accident. Can

“No!”