Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

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Chapter 474

After Old Mr. Johnson was discharged from the hospital, Rachel had been staying at Johnson’s Mansion.

It was already ten o’clock. If it wasn’t for this, Rachel would definitely have gone to bed at this hour.

However, when she remembered what her maternal grandfather had said to her at the study today, she was

immediately wide awake.

She tossed and turned in bed when she suddenly received a text from David. “Are you asleep?”

Rachel turned around and lay on the bed. His fingertips tapped quickly on the keyboard as she replied, “Not yet.”

The next second, David sent a photo.

No one was more familiar with the background of this photo than Rachel was.

She quickly jumped out of bed, grabbed a thin jacket, and rushed out of her

room.

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She was in such a hurry that she almost bumped into Ms. Wright, who was holding a glass of warm milk. “Miss Grey,

where are you going so late at night?”

“Outside for some fresh air,” Rachel said before disappearing from Ms. Wright’s sight.

It had always been chilly at night in Seaxas in the autumn.

Rachel took a sightseeing tram to the entrance of Johnson’s Mansion.

She noticed David standing under the street lamp at first glance.

He was wearing a black suit and was almost blending into the night behind him.

He stood motionless like a Greek sculpture, exuding an unconcealable aura of nobility.

His facial features were well-defined and deep, like an exceptional piece of G*d’s creation. His every subtle action

could show his emotions to the extreme.

The two of them had only not seen each other for a few days, but Rachel felt as if it had been a few years already.

Rachel’s eyes curved into a smile as she quickly ran towards him.

The moment David saw Rachel, the coldness in his eyes quickly resolved into a gentle smile. “Slow down.”

Rachel pounced into his arms and raised her head to kiss his chin. Her beautiful eyes were glistening. “If I don’t

hurry up, what if another girl seduces you and

takes you away from me?”

“You’re the only one for me.” David’s palm landed on her slender waist. “Why are you still up?”

Rachel leaned against David’s chest and sensitively smelled an unusual scent on him.

It was the smell of blood.

Even his cologne couldn’t completely cover the smell of blood.

Could it be that he was injured?

Her brows furrowed imperceptibly as she buried her face in his chest and sniffed harder, just to confirm her guess.

“I’m going to the Chamber of Commerce tomorrow. My maternal grandfather asked me to talk to him,” Rachel

answered absentmindedly.

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David sensed her intentions, but he did not stop her. Instead, he stretched out a well-defined finger and lifted her

chin. His dark eyes stared at her without blinking, and his thin lips curled into a meaningful smile. “You’ve been

sniffing for a long time. What did you smell?”

Seeing that her intentions were seen through, Rachel did not panic at all. She looked at him calmly and said, “The

smell of blood.”

“Are you afraid of me?” David asked.

Rachel held his hand and rubbed her face against his palm like a kitten. “Yes, I’m so afraid of you.”

Although she said that she was afraid, her eyes did not change at all.

David’s dark eyes were filled with complicated emotions. “Rachel, you can go back on your words…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Rachel h**ked her fingertips around his collar, stood on her tiptoes, raised her

head, and kissed him on the lips.

After the kiss, Rachel looked at him. “Is this enough?”

David looked down at her. There was a faint trace of warmth in his bottomless eyes. “Yes.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he bent down and kissed Rachel again.

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