Betrayal At The Altar (Rachel and David) novel Chapter 352

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 352

Jane rolled her eyes and snapped, “Bathroom!” 

Her departure did not interrupt the auction on the stage. 

David sized up Rachel’s pretty face and leaned over to whisper in her ear, “Do you 

like to hear people call you that?” 

Rachel was stunned for a moment. She looked at David and seemed to understand the meaning behind the man’s smile. “It’s just a form of address.” Rachel did not feel much about being called Mrs. Jones. 

“Besides, didn’t you ask Jimmy to call me that? What does this have to do with whether I like it or not?” Rachel fiddled with the number plate in her hand and said casually, “Who knows if this is a trick that you men have discussed? What if many other women are also called Mrs. Jones?” 

David chuckled and lifted her chin with his well–defined fingers. “You’re the only one.” 

His attitude was pious and sincere as if he was stating the truth or making a promise. 

Rachel’s eyelashes fluttered slightly as she lowered her eyes and averted David’s gaze. 

Her words just now were very childish, and there was an inexplicable sense of jealousy. 

However, Rachel didn’t mean anything else. She was just wondering why she hadn’t met David earlier. 

If only they had met earlier. 

Sitting on the left–hand side, Eleanor had been silently observing every move between Rachel and David. 

Her intuition told her that the relationship between the two of them was not simple, and it was not a matter of a day or two. 

Logically speaking, it was good that Rachel was willing to move on and accept a new relationship after experiencing Louis’s betrayal. 

However, if the other party was David, it might not be a good thing. 

There was a hint of worry in Eleanor’s eyes. She felt that she needed to have a heart–to–heart talk with Rachel tonight. 

After the auction ended, it was time for the relaxing cocktail party. 

The symphony orchestra played a beautiful and melodious tune. The 

guests 

drank and chatted happily. The harmonious atmosphere highlighted the extravagance of upper–class society. 

After Rachel drank a few glasses of wine, she hid in a corner to sober up. 

At this moment, a man suddenly walked forward. “Miss Grey, right? I wonder if I’m lucky enough to invite you to dance with me?” 

Rachel looked at the man in front of her and frowned slightly. Disgust surfaced in the depths of her eyes. 

“Let me introduce myself.” The man raised his hand and straightened his bow tie. His every move carried a greasy feeling. “My name is Bryan Zane. I’m the younger brother of Stuart Zane.” 

Hearing this, an imperceptible sneer flashed across Rachel’s eyes. 

She had long heard of Bryan. All these years, he had caused a lot of trouble outside by relying on Stuart’s reputation. 

Rachel narrowed her eyes. A cold glint appeared in the depths of her eyes. “Sorry, I’m not interested.” 

Sensing Rachel’s disdainful attitude, Bryan was a little angry. “There are many people who want to curry favor with me. I invited you as a gesture of goodwill. Don’t be ungrateful.” 

“Get lost!” Rachel’s delicate features seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice, and there was a faint fierceness in the depths of her eyes. 

Little did she know that her coldness moved Bryan’s heart. 

Seeing that Rachel was still indifferent, Bryan wanted to use the alcohol to force Rachel. 

He took a step forward and grabbed Rachel’s arm. “Miss Grey, as long as you follow me, you won’t lack wealth and glory!” 

However, before his fingers could touch Rachel, a well–defined hand grabbed his wrist. The grip was so strong that it could break Bryan’s hand. 

Bryan immediately felt pain. Even his brain, which had been numbed by alcohol, became much clearer. 

He looked at David in front of him and cursed angrily, “Who the fuck are you? How dare you touch me? Are you tired of living?” 

When Rachel saw David, the coldness in her eyes disappeared in an instant. She revealed a gentle smile. “Why are you here?”