Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia novel Chapter 88

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 88

Rachel smiled and shook her head. “I’ll adjust my schedule.” 

Moreover, she felt it was inappropriate for her to live here. 

David’s gaze darkened. “I’ll send you to the office tomorrow morning.” 

In other words, she was not allowed to leave tonight. 

Mrs. Brown, who had been silent at the side, spoke up as if it was the truth. “Miss Grey, before the doctor left, he specially instructed you to rest well. Mr. Jones is right. You should stay tonight for your health.” 

Rachel hesitated for a long time. Ultimately, she could not stand the two’s eager and hopeful gazes and nodded silently. 

David’s lips curled into a faint smile as he continued eating. 

After lunch, he held Rachel’s hand and walked around the garden. Finally, they stopped at the pavilion to rest. 

David looked at Rachel, who was sitting opposite him and frowned imperceptibly. “Are you afraid of me?” 

Rachel shook her head slightly. “I think we still need to maintain a certain distance.” 

“The appropriately closer distance between couples can benefit the relationship,” David said as he stood up and walked straight toward Rachel. Without explanation, he carried her in his arms and placed her on his lap. 

The woody fragrance instantly enveloped her. 

Rachel looked up and happened to meet David’s deep eyes. Her heart skipped a beat. 

She struggled frantically. “David…” 

She had received a good upbringing since she was young, so she 

still had a conservative concept in her morality and would care about the views of the world. 

At this moment, in broad daylight, they were sitting so intimately together. It was very embarrassing for her. 

“No one will come over at this time.” David held her slender wrist with one hand and held her slim waist tightly with the other. He pinched the soft flesh on her waist gently. “Let me kiss you again, okay?” 

Rachel slapped him angrily. “David Jones!” 

“He has always been abstinent and reserved. Why does he look like a scoundrel now? 

“Could it be that my crush on him had subconsciously beautified his image?” Rachel wondered. 

She frowned and looked at him. The distance between them was very close. Their breaths brushed past each other. It seemed that as long as they moved slightly, they could kiss. 

“If you don’t answer, I’ll take that as a yes.” 

Before Rachel could react, David leaned over and kissed her lips deeper and deeper. 

He could not help tightening his grip around her waist. 

He had always been calm and restrained but only lost control when facing her. 

His grandfather had previously warned him that beauty was like a poisonous snake. It could easily disintegrate a person’s 

consciousness. Forget about touching a beauty. He couldn’t even think about it. 

At this moment, he remembered his grandfather’s advice, but it was already too late. 

Not only did the woman in front of him disintegrate his willpower, but she also addicted him.