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, putting away the

Rachel became even

her heart. Now, David’s words seemed to be confirming her previous conjecture one

it be that you’re going to show me the true face of the underground king?”

David and sent it to her in an attempt to

rumor that David controlled

attention during the bidding event, where multiple forces appeared at the same time. They all showed the utmost

take Rachel to experience it, causing her heart

extent.

in Rachel’s eyes, David’s gaze darkened, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and

dimmed, his lips brushed against her temple. He whispered in a deep voice tinged

and instinctively looked at

light, a cluster of flames seemed to ignite in the depths of the man’s pitch-black eyes, igniting

felt a coolness around her waist, and her dress was swiftly pushed up to her chest.

with the soft sounds of breathy moans, composing a nocturnal

day, 12 noon.

invited Mary to go out for lunch.

at a table in a restaurant. Rachel wiped her hands with an alcohol wipe,

hands with the wipe. Otherwise, someone might have mistaken her for sharpening

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

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

hint of deep resentment in

arched slightly, and her lips involuntarily curled upward. Excitement flickered in her eyes, fueled by curiosity. She extended the forks she held toward

glanced at her coldly.

her hand, feeling guilty. She hung her head low and muttered under her breath, “I

reached for her cup

became bolder and approached Rachel, her eyes fixed on her face, tinged with a hint

simply giving her a meaningful glance.

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

when she spoke again, her voice noticeably trembled. “He actually heard us?”

Rachel nodded.