Betrayal At The Altar (Rachel and David) novel Chapter 32

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 32

She had nothing to say. She only glared at him with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment.

“I will fulfill anything that Rae–Rae likes,” David said.

“You…” Rachel opened her mouth. She eventually let out a helpless sigh. “Forget it, as long as you’re happy.”

Upon hearing her words, David’s lips curved into a joyful smile. He said, “I came late before and couldn’t accompany you day and night, but from now on. I’m willing to spend the rest of my life with you”

“David, I haven’t agreed yet,” Rachel said.

“I know,” David said as he lowered his gaze and stared at Rachel’s pretty face. The faint blush on her fair cheeks was still visible. “But sooner or later, you will be mine.”

With that simple sentence, Rachel felt the unrestrained arrogance that lay behind it.

A hint of shyness crossed her face. She pushed away the man in front of her and quickly said, “Good night,” before turning around and leaving without looking back.

David stood in place, his gaze falling on the fleeing figure that carried a hint of panic. He lightly smiled.

As soon as the door closed, Rachel leaned back against it, still feeling her heart pounding like a drum.

Since she was young, everyone around her had been teaching her how to love. Only this man had told her that she could also be the one to be loved.

This man seemed to have given her many choices, but he also invisibly cut off all her retreats, forcing her to make a choice.

When facing David, she always felt angry and frustrated. She wanted to take action but ultimately failed to achieve any real impact or result. A deep sense of frustration and helplessness constantly lingered around her.

Rachel pinched her forehead and lay on the bed, staring at the floating night sky outside the window. Her mind was filled with many thoughts.

It was unclear how much time had passed. She fell asleep in a daze.

The morning light was faint, and all things were just waking up.

After Rachel finished washing up, she opened the door and walked out. She saw Old Mrs. Jones sitting in the living room. She quickly walked over and greeted, “Mrs. Jones.”

“Rae–Rae, did you sleep well last night?” Old Mrs. Jones asked, her lips curving into a meaningful smile as she scrutinized Rachel with dim eyes. It was as if she was eager to find something on Rachel’s body.