Betrayal At The Altar (Rachel and David) novel Chapter 270

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 270 The Man Always Caught Her Off Guard! 

Jane’s mouth opened slightly in shock, and her pupils trembled violently. 

She stared at David in disbelief. 

“Everything is ready, sir,” said Eddie with a look of disdain as he passed Jane. 

David nodded slightly. His arm was wrapped around Rachel’s slender waist. “Are you done playing?” 

His calm tone contained a gentleness that no one had ever experienced 

before. 

Rachel blinked and turned to look at Jane. “The gentleman has a tricky taste. He doesn’t like the common philistine and flirtatious sluts. Miss Smith, I advise you to give up on your restless thought!” 

Jane flew into a rage out of humiliation. “Who are you scolding?” 

“Of course, it’s you.” Rachel’s gentle gaze gradually turned cold. The corners. of her mouth curled into a mocking smile. “Or is it that Miss Smith doesn’t like to be persuaded nicely and prefers the feeling of being slapped!” 

Sensing the woman’s cold face, David bent down slightly and kissed her temple. “Why waste time on her?” 

“It’s all because you’re fooling around!” Rachel said in a sulky tone and turned away arrogantly. 

David was speechless. 

A woman’s mind was really capricious. 

His lips curled into an indulgent smile as he quickly chased after Rachel and pulled her into his arms. 

Jane stood rooted to the ground as she watched them leave. Her nails dug into her palms. 

How could Rachel, the bitch, be so lucky? 

After leaving the Smith family, she was even more carefree instead of 

miserable. 

Now, she had even hooked up with a billionaire! 

No, she had to find a way to chase Rachel away from David. 

Rachel had no idea what Jane was thinking at this moment. 

She squinted and stared at David’s face, her eyes brimming with anger. 

“What’s the matter?” David stretched out his arms and carried her directly onto his lap. 

Rachel said bluntly, “Your face is too eye–catching.” 

When David heard her, the corners of his mouth curled into a happy arc. He pinched her earlobe with his fingertips and said earnestly, “Why don’t Miss Grey give me a title? I don’t feel at ease being coveted by others.” 

Perhaps because he didn’t get the answer he wanted for a long time, he brushed his fingertips behind Rachel’s ear and rubbed the corner of her lips suggestively. “Rae–Rae, don’t you want to know more about me?” 

The words Rae–Rae called by him were so sweet that Rachel’s heart could not help but race. 

Her lips curled into a smile. Then she suddenly opened her mouth and bit his restless finger. 

“Hiss-” David gasped.