Betrayal At The Altar

Chapter 822

Rachel staggered to her feet, but her legs were numb after sitting cross-legged for so long. She opened her arms to David and said with a cold voice mixed with softness, “My legs are numb. Please carry me.”

Rachel’s eyes were pure and hazy with a layer of moisture. They carried an unclear innocence and were exceptionally seductive.

David’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and his eyes darkened.

He walked closer and saw the assortment of bottles scattered around Rachel’s feet.

The bottles of Beer, liquor, and foreign wine.

No wonder they all drank so much that it was as if their souls were out of their bodies.

Fortunately, Rachel looked fine.

In his impression, Rachel had never been drunk.

David picked her up horizontally. Rachel leaned on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck. “David, I’m delighted today,” said she.

“Why are you delighted?” David looked down at her.

Rachel did not say anything.

A subtle dark glint flashed across David’s eyes when he saw Rachel was so quiet and behaved. “Rae-Rae, are you drunk?” he asked.

“No,” Rachel answered his question.

After a brief silence, she looked at David and said again, I’m delighted today.”

She had repeated it twice. Now, David was sure that she was drunk.

David did not say anything else to her. After carrying her horizontally, he turned and walked straight to the door.

Standing at the door, Eddie glanced at the people sprawled on the floor and asked, ‘Mr. Jones, what should we do with these. people?”

“Do as you see fit,” David said coldly before leaving with Rachel in his arms.

After getting into the car, Rachel instinctively crawled out of David’s arms.

the chair, still maintaining her usual dignified and elegant posture.

you want some sleep?” David

head and gave him a blank

her eyes to be covered in a layer of wet mist, which made her look

restless desire in the depths of

few seconds later, he looked away and pulled the

in his

breath landed on David’s neck, causing one of the strings in his body to tighten unexpectedly. His hands on his knees

breath, and his dark eyes

arm hooked around his neck. She leaned closer to his neck and took a deep breath. “It smells so good,” she

and made him feel a rush of fire surge

her waist. His well-defined fingers slowly moved along her spine. His deep and cold voice was tinged with a low and hoarse lust, revealing the texture of gravel. “Do you

neck like a kitten coquettishly nestled in his arms. “I like it,” she

with his fingertips and gently caressed her cheek with a faint smile on the

Billy and Chris exchanged looks with

Mr. Jones’s move of taking advantage of others was really a little unbearable to

a drunk, was oblivious to the

with laughter. “It’s

Chris

the little white rabbit had fallen into a

the way

neck and unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt. The delicate lines of his collarbone were faintly discernible. Then, he rolled

then squatted to help Rachel put them on.

collar of his shirt was even

his neck. Her throat rolled, and her eyes became even hotter. No one knew what was in her

shoes, David held

wait for me. I’ll make you

was about to turn

Rachel grabbed his wrist. “I’m

know,” said David with a reluctant smile. He raised his hand and patted her head. “Be

was too stubborn to let it go. She held his wrist

slowly raised his eyes. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his deep

held the back of the woman’s head with his palms