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.”

noticed that his eyes were bloodshot. She suddenly remembered what

ser vants, we don’t dare persuade Mr. Jones, but

could not help but look a little worried. Her tender gaze

Jones, you don’t have to work so hard. At most, I’ll support

“Do you

the change

widening.

subconsciously raised her

some of her damp hair aside. He said unhurriedly, “You’re

stubborn and wanted to retort. but when she looked up, she happened to meet David Jones‘ deep black

His

filled with affection as if he was going to hold the back of her

panic flashed across her eyes. “Hurry up and return to work. Try to rest

she spoke, she grabbed the man’s hand and walked towards the

He bent down

instant. He seemed very experienced. It was as