Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Chapter 612

Rachel Grey raised her hand and pushed lightly, tilting her neck slightly upward. “David Jones, that’s enough…”

The little bit of strength she had was completely ineffective, and instead conveyed a sense of yielding.

David Jones coaxed her with his voice, “Good girl. Just one last time.”

Hearing this, Rachel could not help but sneer inwardly.

He had said the same thing so many times tonight.

Sure enough, a man’s words are only good as his actions!

In the end, Rachel was exhausted and fainted completely.

David gently kissed her forehead, his movements gentle and sincere, as if he wanted to

pour

all his gentleness into it.

He carefully lifted Rachel up as if she were made of glass, and walked steadily towards the bathroom.

The water temperature in the bathroom covered her exhausted body, causing her slightly furrowed brow to relax

and a soft moan to escape her throat, “Mm…”

However, her usually cool voice was tinged with a hint of h*arseness, as if it had been ravaged by a violent storm.

David stirred the water and gently wiped her body, looking at the marks all over her body with a slight frown.

He knew that he had gone a little too far tonight.

He was never a rigid and conservative person. He knew what would happen if Rachel and Louis Smith were

together for three years, and even wondered how far they had progressed before entering into marriage.

Therefore, David never held a grudge against Rachel for everything that had happened.

before.

But when he broke through that barrier, the shock and joy in his heart had already drowned. out his remaining

rationality.

Especially when he saw Rachel’s passionate appearance, how could he maintain his sober rationality?

Everything started from instinct.

Her breath, her body temperature, everything about her was magnified infinitely, shattering his once proud cool

restraint.

He was like a person who had been poisoned, wanting to desperately obtain more.

With this in mind, David took a deep breath and brushed her long hair to one side of her shoulder, leaning down to

kiss her lips. “Rae-Rae, I’m sorry…

It was early in the morning. The dappled sunlight seeped into the room through gaps in the curtains and stretched

across the expensive wool carpet, eventually landing on the bed.

When Rachel opened her eyes in a daze, David was no longer in the room.

The air was filled with a faint ambiguous aura, seemingly reminding her of the passionate scene from the night

before.

She touched her flushed face and slowly got out of bed. Every joint in her body was sore, and she couldn’t help but

gasp for breath.

To make matters worse, her arm seemed to hurt more after last night’s ordeal.

Looking at the clothes s*attered all over the ground, Rachel could not help but curse silently in her heart. The man

had said it was the last time, but it happened again and again!

Rachel tried to stand up with her weak and sore body but her legs gave in and she fell back onto the bed.

How could this be more tiring than physical training?

Her back and waist ached as if she had been dragged for miles.

Rachel took a deep breath and stood up again with trembling legs.

“Why are you up?” When David saw Rachel struggling to stand and quickly went over to support her waist.

Rachel glanced at him resentfully. “I’m hungry.

She did not eat much last night, plus David had been keeping her up all night, and now she was starving.

However, she could not figure out why she was in such a sorry state after last night’s events, while David seemed

completely unharmed.

Sensing her resentful gaze, David felt a little guilty and touched his nose. “You worked hard last night.”

“Don’t say that!” Rachel scolded him.

David gave a slight smirk, his palm resting on her slender waist. “Okay, I won’t say it.”

He helped Rachel lie back down onto the bed.

As he leaned over, the marks on his neck were exposed.

“What happened?” Rachel’s fingertips lightly touched the marks on his skin, three neat scratch marks. “Were you

scratched by a cat?”

David glanced at the marks on his chest and sucked on her earlobe. “Scratched by the little.

fox.”

Rachel’s eyes widened in shock.

She shouldn’t have asked!

Wasn’t she digging a hole for herself?

“Take off your clothes and let me take a look,” David said.

Rachel’s mind immediately tensed up. “What do you want to do!”

She was really afraid of David now.

No, to be precise, she was afraid of the beast in hum that was awakened!

Usually, he looked so aloof and noble, as if he didn’t care about worldly things, but last night. he seemed like he had

gone mad, wanting nothing more than pound her into oblivion.

David watched her with a gaze that was wary of liimself, like she was watching a wild beast. Silently, he took out an

ointment from his pocket and said, “Put this on.” He didn’t need to look to know where it should be applied.

Rachel’s cheeks were flushed with a deep crimson hue, like a ripe tomato, as she s*atched the ointment from his

hand and said, “I’ll do it myself.”

But instead of letting go, David held on to her hand and smiled faintly, “You’re not comfortable with it, so let me do

it.”

Rachel was speechless.

With her lips bitten and the bedsheets tightly gripped, she trembled slightly. “Is it done yet?”

“Not yet,” David said with a slight frown. “Why is it so swollen?”

Rachel stared at him with resentment.

Even though no words were exchanged, it felt like an entire conversation had taken place.

David coughed awkwardly to relieve the tension. “I’ll be more careful next time.”

After applying the ointment, he wiped his fingers with a tissue and threw it into the trash can. “Lie on the bed for a

while. I’ll bring you food later.”

“No, thank you.” Rachel straightened her dress. I’m not that delicate.”

She didn’t want to lie in bed all day without a good reason, lest Mrs. Brown, the housekeeper, get suspicious.

David stared at her with his dark. eyes.

After a night of transformation, she had become much more alluring, with a coquettishness that she had never

shown before.

David’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and his hand on her ankle tightened involuntarily.

Feeling the warmth of the man’s palm, Rachel reflexively withdrew her foot and looked at him warily. “What are you

doing?”

“Can you stop staring at me as if I’m kind of wild animal?” David smiled helplessly, his expression conveying a mix

of amusement and resignation.

“Better safe than sorry,” Rachel retorted.

Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the bedroom door.

Mrs. Brown, the housekeeper, stood outside and said respectfully, “Sir, Miss Grey, Old Mrs. Jones is here.”

Rachel and David exchanged a glance upon hearing the announcement.

Rachel quickly got out of bed, but David pressed her back down. “You rest here. I’ll go out and see her.”

No matter what, Old Mrs. Jones was an elder, and it wouldn’t be right to hide in the bedroom when she came to

visit.

“Let’s go together.”

After hesitating for a minute, they held hands and walked out of the room.