Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia novel Chapter 334

Chapter 334

Rachel pondered for a moment. She raised a hand to tuck loose strands of hair behind her ear and said calmly, “Look at him. Don’t you like him?” 

“I don’t,” said David. 

Rachel pursed her lips and stared at him deeply. 

David continued, “If he’s our child, I might like him a little.” 

He pulled Rachel in closer and wrapped his arms tightly around her slender waist. 

His breath tickled her cochlea through her ears, like a spring breeze blowing against a willow tree, setting off layers of ripples in her heart. 

David looked at the faint blush on her cheeks and the smile in his involuntarily deepened. 

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After entering the elevator, he hugged her from behind. “When can you rely on me a little more?” 

Rachel’s body stiffened suddenly. 

She originally thought that this topic would be over, but she did not expect David to bring it up again. 

After a moment of silence, she said carefully, “I’m just used to it…” 

She was used to being alone, facing everything, and bearing all the burdens alone. 

Even though the Johnson family treated her very well, and her maternal grandfather and Uncle Tom treated her like the apple of their eye, she knew that she was never the legitimate Miss of the Johnson family. 

Therefore, she worked hard to do everything well and learned to deal with all the troubles and problems herself, just so that she would not cause trouble for the Johnson family, her maternal grandfather, and Uncle Tom. 

This was a subconscious feeling of living under someone else’s roof. 

Only by doing all this would she not be despised. Only by doing all this would she not be abandoned. 

“I know.” David buried his face in her neck and took a deep breath, greedily inhaling the faint fragrance. “I won’t mention it again.” 

Although he said that, Rachel could hear the trial of helplessness and a bottomless. compromise in his tone. 

Rachel couldn’t help but swallow hard, as her nose started to itch and her eyes moist from almost crying. 

Actually, she was trying very hard to let go of the trace of rationality she had 

reserved for David. 

However, every time they hit a critical moment, her rationality would tell her to stop him. 

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but she knew that nothing she said would help. 

Coincidentally, the elevator door opened and Rachel returned to her apartment. 

When the door closed, she turned and looked at David without thinking. 

The man had one hand in his pocket, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly. “Good night.” 

“You too,” Rachel said. 

After that, Rachel closed the door.