Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia novel Chapter 68

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 68

In the car, the man’s gaze was fixed on Rachel 

However, Rachel did not seem to notice. She lowered her head and played on her phone. Occasionally, she would raise her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear 

“Shall we have lunch together tomorrow? David suddenly asked 

Rachel pondered for a moment I’m afraid not I have something very important to deal with tomorrow” 

Upon hearing her words, David immediately understood that she was planning to personally go to the bidding in South Valley tomorrow 

“Then another day?” David looked at her with furrowed brows 

Rachel nodded “Sure” 

Before she could finish speaking, the car suddenly braked violently 

Rachel was caught off guard and fell forward Fortunately, David reacted quickly and 

grabbed her waist, firmly protecting her in his arms. 

The man’s arms were tightly wrapped around Rachel’s shoulder, and her breath was filled with the man’s wooden fragrance 

Her head was pressed against David’s warm chest, and her ears were filled with his strong heartbeat. 

“Are you alright?” David’s deep voice sounded from above. 

Rachel shook her head. “I’m fine.” 

Just as she was about to withdraw from the man’s arms, her scalp seemed to be firmly grabbed by something. 

“Don’t move.” David looked down at Rachel in his arms. Her furry head leaned against his chest, and her soft hair fell to the sides, revealing a slender neck. Her fair skin was faintly glowing, like a top–notch suet jade, making people want to pinch it to feel that unique exquisiteness. Her eyes became deeper and deeper, and her Adam’s apple rolled up and down. “Your hair is caught on a button.” 

His well–defined knuckles slowly fiddled with the hair wrapped around the button. 

He lowered his head, his warm breath on the skin of the woman’s neck, making her heart flutter. 

Her ears turned red, and her fingertips curled up slightly. “Are you done?” 

“It’s a little too tight,” David said unhurriedly. “You have to be patient with this kind of thing. You can’t rush it.” 

For some reason, Rachel acutely sensed a kind of pleasure from his tone! 

She wondered if it was all in her head. 

After some time, David finally undid the dead knot between her hair and the button. “Done.” 

Rachel, who was gradually maintaining the same posture, felt her waist go limp and she fell 

into his arms uncontrollably. 

David grabbed her shoulder and fell backward