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.

earlier. Rachel had to use

slender fingers

looked at the woman in his arms. The faint fragrance on her body made him intoxicated

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 like a young girl in

adorable when she was quiet.

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

his touch, Rachel retreated

flickered dangerously as he stared

aura as he approached her.

her heel against the sofa and she fell

holding on

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the tie also fell on top of

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

man’s voice sounded especially husky when he smiled. It was

dull drumbeat, his rhythmic voice caused ripples

on purpose. It was an accident. Can you

“No!”