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

his response, Rachel became even

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

could it be that you’re going to show me the true

about David and sent it to her in an attempt to persuade her to give up

the rumor that David controlled an underground power and had absolute authority.

attention during the bidding event, where multiple forces appeared at the same time. They all showed the utmost respect and deference to David. She had

Rachel to experience it, causing her

extent.

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

whispered in a deep voice tinged with passionate huskiness, “Why don’t you try guessing

and instinctively looked at

the depths of the man’s pitch-black

felt a coolness around her waist, and her dress

soft sounds of breathy moans, composing a nocturnal symphony

next day, 12

invited Mary

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

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

up her chopsticks, feeling a sense of unease for

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

deep resentment in her

curled upward. Excitement flickered in her eyes, fueled by curiosity. She extended the forks she held toward Rachel. “Sis, please share your story.”

at her

and muttered under her breath, “I

for her cup and took a sip.

eyes fixed on her face, tinged with a hint of probing in her tone. “Did David overhear our conversation?”

silent, simply giving her

spoken, that gaze seemed to convey everything she wanted to

help but take a sharp breath, and when she spoke again,

Rachel nodded.