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?”

you somewhere,” David replied, putting away

his response, Rachel became even more

today, a faint suspicion arose in her heart. Now,

guess, could it be that you’re going to show me the true face of the underground king?” Rachel’s eyes held

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

David controlled

time. They all showed the utmost respect and deference to David. She had

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

extent.

he looked at the shimmering smile in Rachel’s eyes, David’s gaze darkened, his Adam’s apple bobbed,

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

all over and

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

daze, Rachel felt a coolness around her waist, and her dress was swiftly pushed

sounds of breathy moans, composing a nocturnal symphony

next day, 12 noon.

Rachel invited Mary

a table in a restaurant. Rachel wiped her hands with an

wipe. Otherwise, someone might have mistaken her for

chopsticks, feeling a sense of unease for no apparent reason.

flick, Rachel tossed the wet wipe onto the table and crossed her arms. She looked like she was interrogating Mary. “Next time, if you come across any inappropriate or unnecessary questions, just keep them to

of deep

Excitement flickered in her eyes, fueled by curiosity. She extended the forks she held

glanced at

low and muttered under her breath, “I just care about you. It’s all for your

her cup and took a sip.

tinged with a hint of probing in her tone.

silent, simply giving

to convey everything

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

Rachel nodded.