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

Rachel became even more

a faint suspicion arose in her heart. Now,

me the true face of

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

controlled an underground power and

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

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

extent.

looked at the shimmering smile in Rachel’s eyes, David’s gaze darkened, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and he leaned down, pressing her beneath

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

over and

seemed to ignite in the depths of the man’s pitch-black eyes,

a coolness around her waist, and

the soft sounds of breathy moans, composing a nocturnal symphony of sensual desires.

day,

Rachel invited Mary to go out for lunch.

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

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

a sense of unease for no apparent

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 yourself,

hint of deep

eyes, fueled by curiosity. She extended the forks she held toward

glanced at

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

Mary reached for her cup and took a sip.

face, tinged with a hint of probing in her tone. “Did David overhear our

giving her a meaningful

to convey everything she wanted to say at

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

Rachel nodded.