Betrayal At The Altar (Rachel and David) novel Chapter 121

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 121

David Jones tucked some loose hair over her ear. His thumb gently caressed her cheek and rubbed her lips suggestively. His mesmerizing black eyes were surging with desire. and lust for her.

Rachel Grey could not help but roll her eyes. “David Jones, is this all you can think of?”

“All he thinks about is kissing!” she thought. How shameless!

“This is all I can do at this point,” David held her face and leaned over to kiss her forehead gently. He treated her so preciously as if she was fragile.

The next second, he said, “Rae–Rae, marry me!” It came as a shock to Rachel.

“David Jones, you’re pushing your luck!” Embarrassed, Rachel broke free from his embrace. She stood up and walked toward the desk. “It hasn’t even been a month since we met and confirmed our relationship. Now, you’re even thinking of marrying me?”

“This is my heartfelt wish!” David said.

He knew very well in his heart that he liked Rachel. He always had, from the first time he met her, even until now. It had been long premeditated.

Everything was out of his control the moment he fell in love with Rachel.

Before David met Rachel, he had never considered marriage. He did not have any plans for it nor had he envisioned himself in marriage.

However, he became obsessed with marriage ever since he met Rachel.

He wanted to announce to the world that Rachel was his. He also wanted the both of them to grow old together.

“Let’s not talk about the fact that we’ve only known each other for dozens of days. We’ve already acted rashly enough by making our relationship official. How can we marry like this? It’s slipshod.”

It would certainly cause an uproar in the Johnson family if her maternal grandfather and uncles found out about it.

Rachel leaned against the desk and looked at him with her arms crossed. “You know well that I ended a three–year relationship not long ago. That three–year relationship did not end well, so how can you guarantee our short relationship will last?”

David sneered, his tone condescending. “Don’t compare me to a scumbag.”

“Then why won’t you marry me?” David demanded an answer.

It was from Mary Green.

She looked apologetically at David. “Sorry, I have to take this call.

Rachel heard Mary’s exclaims as soon as Rachel picked up the call. “Rae, I’ll marry you for

real if you were a man!”

Spill. Was there anything that happened?” Rachel knew Mary’s personality all too well.