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?”

David

response, Rachel became

heart. Now, David’s words seemed to be confirming

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

with David, Lucas compiled a list of rumors about David and sent it to

controlled

already come to her 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 already deduced a

her heart to be filled with excitement and anticipation to

extent.

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

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.

in the depths of the man’s pitch-black eyes, igniting the fervor and

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

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

day, 12 noon.

lunch break, Rachel invited Mary to go out

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

the wipe. Otherwise,

a sense of unease for no apparent reason. “Why

onto the table and crossed her arms. She looked like she was interrogating Mary.

hint of deep resentment in

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

glanced at her

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

Rachel’s silence, Mary reached for her cup and took a

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

simply giving her a

that gaze seemed to convey everything she wanted to say at the

sharp breath, and when she spoke

Rachel nodded.