Chapter 87

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 87 There were no extravagant or romantic words. He only said simply, “Be my woman.”

At that moment, Rachel somehow felt a sense of sincerity and warmth.

She even wondered if anyone in this world other than David Jones was willing to tolerate and protect her.

He even told her, “Do what you want. I’ll support you in whatever you do.

“I’m willing to submit to you and be your most loyal believer.”

He never cared about her indifference and sensitivity.

He was still willing to open his arms even if she was covered in thorns and filled with hostility.

“I can’t follow your steps.”

Facing Rachel’s suggestion, David pressed on. “Then tell me what steps I should take.”

Rachel was speechless.

At this moment, Mrs. Brown knocked on the door from outside. “Miss Grey, the food is ready.”

Rachel turned to look at David and said calmly, “I’m hungry.”

Her pure black and white eyes seemed to be covered in a layer of mist, itching David’s heart inexplicably.

David smiled and replied calmly, “If you don’t want to leave this room, feel free to look at me like this.”

Rachel was left speechless again by his words.

“Then what do you want?”

“Why are you asking when you already know the answer?” David slowly bent down and caressed her sensitive ears with his fingertips. His deep voice slowly sounded. “Be my woman, will you?”

His breath was on the skin between her neck, making her tremble. Her fair cheeks were blushed with shyness. “I just feel that our progress is a little too fast.”

“You just feel?” David raised his eyebrows, and a meaningful smile flashed across his eyes. “Can I take it as an agreement?”

Rachel looked at him. A sly smile flashed across her almond–shaped eyes as she imitated his previous tone. “Yes and no. After all, I haven’t felt the 100% sincerity of someone...”

“There’ll be plenty of time for you to feel it.”

“Alright,” Rachel said calmly. “However, I have three rules. You can’t kiss me whenever you want. You have to keep a proper distance from me...”

The smile on David’s face disappeared a little when he heard her words. “You can continue to keep a distance from me, but I reject your three rules.”

She had agreed to him and refused to kiss and hug him. She even wanted to keep a distance from him. “How dare she!” David thought.

Rachel had nothing to reply to him.

“Didn’t you say you were hungry? Come, let’s go downstairs for dinner.”

As he spoke, he held Rachel’s hand and walked out.

Rachel looked at their interlocked fingers and could not help but smile.

She knew that she had staked everything on this.

Her future was out of her control from the moment she agreed to him.

While they were eating, the atmosphere was very quiet. However, David’s actions and how he looked at Rachel had an unusual amount of pampering and infatuation.

Rachel ate with her head lowered, but she could clearly feel David’s burning gaze on her as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

She ate in silence until she felt full. Then she put down the cutlery in her hand and picked up a napkin to wipe the corners of her mouth. “I’ll inform my assistant to pick me up this afternoon.”

David looked up at her with a complicated and dark gaze. “A large part of your illness is caused by your irregular diet and unstable schedule. Moreover, you’ve just recovered and are not suitable to work quickly. Why don’t you stay here and rest for a while?”