Betrayal At The Altar

Chapter 858

With a leisurely and relaxed pace, David was like a male lion fixated on delicious prey.

Every movement he made exuded an air of confidence and assured victory.

As Rachel had just laid down on the bed, David reached out and pulled her up. “Your hair isn’t dry yet. Aren’t you afraid of catching a cold?”

He placed the glass of milk in Rachel’s hand and fetched a hairdryer, plugging it in before calmly blow-drying her hair.

David’s well-defined fingers slid through her silky hair, gently grazing her scalp. Every movement he made seemed unintentional, yet it revealed tenderness and thoughtfulness..

Rachel gazed at David’s figure through the bright and clean window, unable to help but feel a sense of admiration. Indeed, handsome men always appeared pleasing in whatever they did.

Even in the simplest and most ordinary act of blow-drying hair, he elevated it to something extraordinary with his exquisite

and stunning face.

He was a favored man. It was like heaven had bestowed all perfection upon him alone.

Yet, no matter how perfect David was, he had fallen for her.

Thinking about it, Rachel couldn’t help but feel proud.

She lowered her head slightly and covered her lips with a faint smile.

David turned off the hairdryer and rubbed the top of her head with his broad palm. Then, he asked in a low voice, “Are you free this weekend?”

This weekend…

Rachel’s gaze flickered slightly, and she did have plans.

But upon hearing David’s words, her interest was piqued. “You have plans?”

to take you somewhere,” David replied,

became

appearance of Christopher today, a faint suspicion arose in her heart. Now, David’s words

going to show me the true face of the

list of rumors about David and sent it to her in an attempt to persuade her

David controlled an underground

event, where multiple forces appeared at the same time. They all showed the utmost respect and deference

to experience it, causing her heart to be filled with excitement and anticipation to

extent.

gaze darkened, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and he leaned down, pressing

the lights dimmed, his lips brushed against her temple. He whispered in a deep voice tinged with passionate huskiness, “Why don’t you try guessing what

and instinctively

of flames seemed to ignite in the depths of the man’s pitch-black eyes, igniting the fervor and addiction within them.

and her

the air became filled with the soft sounds of breathy moans, composing a nocturnal symphony of sensual

day, 12 noon.

the lunch break, Rachel invited Mary to go

in a restaurant. Rachel wiped her hands with an alcohol

Otherwise, someone might have mistaken her

quietly picked up her chopsticks, feeling a sense of unease for no apparent reason. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

wipe onto the table and crossed her arms. She looked like she was interrogating Mary. “Next time, if you come

deep resentment in her

flickered in her eyes, fueled by curiosity. She

at her coldly.

her breath, “I just care about you. It’s all for your sake. What if something unexpected

reached for her cup and took a

fixed on her face, tinged with a hint of probing in her

simply giving her a meaningful glance.

words were spoken, that gaze seemed to convey everything she wanted to say at

breath, and when she spoke again, her voice noticeably trembled. “He actually heard

Rachel nodded.