Betrayal At The Altar

Rachel Grey watched as David Jones closed the document file and casually placed it aside. “Am I disturbing you?”

“Yes,” David answered bluntly.

Rachel pursed her lips in embarrassment. “I’ll leave after putting down these.”

She went to the table, set the milk on his desk, and turned to leave.

Just as she placed her hand on the door handle, a palm brushed past the hair near her

nape the moment the door opened. Then Rachel was pressed against the door.

The refreshing woody scent instantly enveloped her. David pressed his warm and firm chest tightly against her back.

“But you already disturbed me, so why don’t you take full responsibility?”

Rachel could hear the man talking into her ear in his husky voice, sending shivers down her spine. She could also feel his breath as he spoke.

Rachel’s eyebrows twitched.

While she was silent, the man stretched out his hands to help straighten her body; he was looking at her gently.

His fingers touched the damp hair that hung down the side of her shoulder. “Did you take a shower?”

Rachel nodded. “Yes.”

she looked up, she noticed that his eyes were bloodshot. She suddenly remembered what Mrs. Brown

vants, we don’t dare persuade Mr. Jones, but I think health

but look a little worried. Her tender gaze was mixed with

don’t have to work so hard. At most,

“Do you

me?” David observed the change in her expression, his

widening.

raised her

hair aside. He said unhurriedly,

looked up, she happened to meet

His

with affection as if he was going to hold the back of her head and kiss

her eyes. “Hurry

grabbed the man’s hand and walked

grabbed her back. He bent down and carried her on

instant. He seemed very experienced. It was as