Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

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Chapter 327 Stop Tormenting Him

At this moment, even Rosie looked doubtful. She secretly wondered if David was really impotent.

Suddenly, Old Mrs. Jones turned and left with a serious expression. “Go out and buy some medicine!”

“Medicine?!” Puzzled, Rosie stared at Old Mrs. Jones in confusion.

Noticing her look, Old Mrs. Jones looked quickly pulled her closer by her hand, and whispered in a low

voice, “I’m talking about that kind of medicine.”

Rosie still looked confused. “What kind of medicine?”

When she met Old Mrs. Jones’s gaze, she immediately understood.

What was rare was that even though they were both over 50 years old, the two still flushed red in the

face at such a discussion.

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“Old Mrs. Jones, isn’t this too much?” Rosie asked tactfully.

Thinking about the tragic ending of those who had drugged Mr. David in the past, Rosie didn’t dare to

imagine what would happen if Mr. David found out that Old Mrs. Jones had secretly drugged him.

“It’s not like you don’t know what Mr. David is like. If Mr. David really finds. out, who knows what will

happen?” Rosie said, “But I know a herbal medicine. practitioner who can provide efficient recipes to

improve health. Why don’t we try that out first?”

Seeing that Old Mrs. Jones’s expression had softened, Rosie continued, “A man’s self–esteem is very

important to him. If we rush to drug him like this, I’m afraid it will crush Mr. David’s self–esteem.

Besides, in consideration of Mr. David’s status, it will also destroy his image. So why don’t we try to

improve his health first and try drugging later?”

After listening to Rosie, Old Mrs. Jones couldn’t help to nod. “What you said

makes sense.”

She held Rosie’s hand and patted it earnestly. “You’ve been by my side for so many years. Although

we’re not related by blood, we’re closer than any family. I’ll leave this matter to you. Do it yourself and

don’t let him find out. Then, you must make sure that he will eat the nourishing recipes you find him.

Whether David can bear offerings completely depends on you!”

After returning to her room, Old Mrs. Jones lay on her bed in disappointment. She fiddled with her

watch absent–mindedly. “It’s really the family’s

misfortune. How can I let you down?”

She sighed again and again. Her battered appearance was no longer as hale and hearty as earlier.

“By the way, open the door on the other side.” Old Mrs. Jones was vexed

silently. “What good it is for him to be able to see but not get in with the action. Stop tormenting him.”

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“Okay.”

Meanwhile, David was trying his best to endure it. Even he could not help but. admire his self–control.

If he hadn’t promised Rachel, he would have thrown away his disguise as a gentleman long ago.

He bent down and kissed Rachel’s forehead, nose, and finally her lips again.

Sensing the slight tremble of Rachel’s eyelashes, he couldn’t help but look at her with a faint smile in

his eyes. “How long do you plan to continue pretending to be asleep?”

Rachel opened her eyes and smiled brightly. “How did you find out?”

“When I kissed you.”

David’s warm breath landed on her sensitive cochlear, making Rachel recoil involuntarily. “You can’t

blame me then. You were clearly taking advantage of me in my sleep…”

Before she could finish, David opened his mouth and sucked on her earlobe.

Rachel’s body shivered and her grip on David’s shirt suddenly tightened. The ironed shirt creased in

her tight hold.

David licked and sucked hard. The corners of his lips could not help but curl up. His deep eyes looked

misty with lust, and his deep and cool voice rang in passion. “Rae, why are you so sensitive…“

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