Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

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Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 32

She had nothing to say. She only glared at him with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment.

“I will fulfill anything that Rae–Rae likes,” David said.

“You…” Rachel opened her mouth. She eventually let out a helpless sigh. “Forget it, as long as you’re

happy.”

Upon hearing her words, David’s lips curved into a joyful smile. He said, “I came late before and

couldn’t accompany you day and night, but from now on. I’m willing to spend the rest of my life with

you”

“David, I haven’t agreed yet,” Rachel said.

“I know,” David said as he lowered his gaze and stared at Rachel’s pretty face. The faint blush on her

fair cheeks was still visible. “But sooner or later, you will be mine.”

With that simple sentence, Rachel felt the unrestrained arrogance that lay behind it.

A hint of shyness crossed her face. She pushed away the man in front of her and quickly said, “Good

night,” before turning around and leaving without looking back.

David stood in place, his gaze falling on the fleeing figure that carried a hint of panic. He lightly smiled.

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As soon as the door closed, Rachel leaned back against it, still feeling her heart pounding like a drum.

Since she was young, everyone around her had been teaching her how to love. Only this man had told

her that she could also be the one to be loved.

This man seemed to have given her many choices, but he also invisibly cut off all her retreats, forcing

her to make a choice.

When facing David, she always felt angry and frustrated. She wanted to take action but ultimately failed

to achieve any real impact or result. A deep sense of frustration and helplessness constantly lingered

around her.

Rachel pinched her forehead and lay on the bed, staring at the floating night sky outside the window.

Her mind was filled with many thoughts.

It was unclear how much time had passed. She fell asleep in a daze.

The morning light was faint, and all things were just waking up.

After Rachel finished washing up, she opened the door and walked out. She saw Old Mrs. Jones sitting

in the living room. She quickly walked over and greeted, “Mrs. Jones.”

“Rae–Rae, did you sleep well last night?” Old Mrs. Jones asked, her lips curving into a meaningful

smile as she scrutinized Rachel with dim eyes. It was as if she was eager to find something on

Rachel’s body.

Rachel lifted her hand to tuck a strand of loose hair behind her ear and replied, “I slept well.”

When David walked in from outside, his gaze involuntarily fell on Rachel.

Rachel’s dark, long hair was casually curled behind her head. A few strands fell in front of her

forehead, giving off a hint of laziness and casualness.

Her features were exquisitely beautiful. Her almond–shaped eyes shimmered with watery radiance.

She was breathtakingly gorgeous. Her lips, moist and luscious, exuded a tempting allure that

inexplicably captured all of one’s attention.

What was just an unintentional glance made David scream in his mind. He recalled a line of poetry by a

poet describing the beauty and elegance of a woman.

“David, now that you’re back, let’s have dinner,” Old Mrs. Jones said when she noticed David standing

at the door.

David regained his senses and silently tightened his grip on the small green medicine bottle in his hand

before taking a step forward. “Okay,” he said.

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Before taking a seat, David pulled out a chair for her. Rachel smiled and said, “Thank you.”

As soon as she sat down, David pushed the chair in a little with a smooth and synchronized movement,

displaying a great deal of tacit

understanding.

At the dining table, Rachel ate with her head down, but she could clearly feel David’s gaze fixed upon

her.

The sharp and intense gaze was truly hard to ignore.

Old Mrs. Jones silently observed the interaction between David and Rachel. She lifted her gaze and

exchanged a glance with Rosie. They both simultaneously revealed a subtle smile.

After finishing their meal, David received a phone call and left. As he was leaving, he pulled a small

bottle of medicine out of his pocket and handed it to Rachel.

“Um, what is this?” Rachel asked as she looked at the bottle of medicine that David had handed to her

with confusion.

“It’s medicine for external injuries,” David said as he looked at her, his lips curling slightly into a smile.

“It also has the effect of removing scars.”

Upon hearing his words, Rachel could not help but smile. “It’s just a simple scratch,” she said.

Maybe it had already scabbed over by now.

Old Mrs. Jones gave David a meaningful look.

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