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?”

somewhere,” David replied, putting away

his response, Rachel became

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

you’re going to show me the true face of the underground king?” Rachel’s eyes

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

David controlled an underground power and had

matter had already come to her attention during the bidding event, where multiple forces appeared at the same time. They all showed the utmost respect and

her heart to be filled

extent.

darkened, his

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

and

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

waist, and her

the late-night hours, the air became filled with the soft sounds of breathy moans, composing a nocturnal symphony

next day, 12 noon.

break, Rachel invited Mary to

restaurant. Rachel wiped her hands with

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

up her chopsticks, feeling a sense of unease for no apparent reason. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

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

hint of deep resentment in

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

at her coldly.

feeling guilty. She hung her head low and muttered under her breath, “I just care about you.

for her cup

became bolder and approached Rachel, her eyes fixed on her face, tinged with a hint of probing in her tone. “Did David overhear

remained silent, simply giving her a meaningful

no words were spoken, that gaze seemed to convey everything she wanted to

help but take a sharp breath, and when she spoke again, her voice noticeably trembled.

Rachel nodded.