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

became even more

saw the appearance of Christopher today, a faint suspicion arose in her heart. Now, David’s words seemed to be confirming her previous conjecture

guess, could it be that you’re going to show me the true face of the

about David and sent it to her in an

rumor that David controlled an underground power

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

Rachel to experience it, causing her heart to be

extent.

darkened, his

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

over and instinctively looked at him.

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

waist, and her dress

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

day, 12

Rachel invited Mary to go out for lunch.

sat at a table in a restaurant. Rachel wiped her hands with an alcohol wipe, wearing a half-smile that sent a

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

unease for no apparent reason.

like she was interrogating Mary. “Next time, if you come across any inappropriate or unnecessary questions,

was a hint of deep resentment in

lips involuntarily curled upward. Excitement flickered in her eyes, fueled by curiosity. She

at

withdrew her hand, feeling guilty. She hung her head low and muttered under her breath, “I just care about you. It’s all for your

reached for her cup and took a

her eyes fixed on her face, tinged with a hint of

simply giving her a meaningful glance.

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

when she spoke again, her voice noticeably trembled. “He

Rachel nodded.