Chapter 612
Betrayal At The Altar (Rachel and David)
Chapter 612
Rachel Grey raised her hand and pushed lightly, tilting her neck slightly upward. âDavid Jones, thatâs
enoughâ¦â
The little bit of strength she had was completely ineffective, and instead conveyed a sense of yielding.
David Jones coaxed her with his voice, âGood girl. Just one last time.â
Hearing this, Rachel could not help but sneer inwardly.
He had said the same thing so many times tonight.
Sure enough, a manâs words are only good as his actions!
In the end, Rachel was exhausted and fainted completely.
David gently kissed her forehead, his movements gentle and sincere, as if he wanted to
pour
all his gentleness into it.
He carefully lifted Rachel up as if she were made of glass, and walked steadily towards the bathroom.
The water temperature in the bathroom covered her exhausted body, causing her slightly furrowed
brow to relax and a soft moan to escape her throat, âMmâ¦â
However, her usually cool voice was tinged with a hint of h*arseness, as if it had been ravaged by a
violent storm.
David stirred the water and gently wiped her body, looking at the marks all over her body with a slight
frown.
He knew that he had gone a little too far tonight.
He was never a rigid and conservative person. He knew what would happen if Rachel and Louis Smith
were together for three years, and even wondered how far they had progressed before entering into
marriage.
Therefore, David never held a grudge against Rachel for everything that had happened.
before.
But when he broke through that barrier, the shock and joy in his heart had already drowned. out his
remaining rationality.
Especially when he saw Rachelâs passionate appearance, how could he maintain his sober rationality?
Everything started from instinct.
Her breath, her body temperature, everything about her was magnified infinitely, shattering his once
proud cool restraint.
He was like a person who had been poisoned, wanting to desperately obtain more.
With this in mind, David took a deep breath and brushed her long hair to one side of her shoulder,
leaning down to kiss her lips. âRae-Rae, Iâm sorryâ¦
It was early in the morning. The dappled sunlight seeped into the room through gaps in the curtains
and stretched across the expensive wool carpet, eventually landing on the bed.
When Rachel opened her eyes in a daze, David was no longer in the room.
The air was filled with a faint ambiguous aura, seemingly reminding her of the passionate scene from
the night before.
She touched her flushed face and slowly got out of bed. Every joint in her body was sore, and she
couldnât help but gasp for breath.
To make matters worse, her arm seemed to hurt more after last nightâs ordeal.
Looking at the clothes s*attered all over the ground, Rachel could not help but curse silently in her
heart. The man had said it was the last time, but it happened again and again!
Rachel tried to stand up with her weak and sore body but her legs gave in and she fell back onto the
bed.
How could this be more tiring than physical training?
Her back and waist ached as if she had been dragged for miles.
Rachel took a deep breath and stood up again with trembling legs.
âWhy are you up?â When David saw Rachel struggling to stand and quickly went over to support her
waist.
Rachel glanced at him resentfully. âIâm hungry.
She did not eat much last night, plus David had been keeping her up all night, and now she was
starving.
However, she could not figure out why she was in such a sorry state after last nightâs events, while
David seemed completely unharmed.
Sensing her resentful gaze, David felt a little guilty and touched his nose. âYou worked hard last night.â
âDonât say that!â Rachel scolded him.
David gave a slight smirk, his palm resting on her slender waist. âOkay, I wonât say it.â
He helped Rachel lie back down onto the bed.
As he leaned over, the marks on his neck were exposed.
âWhat happened?â Rachelâs fingertips lightly touched the marks on his skin, three neat scratch marks.
âWere you scratched by a cat?â
David glanced at the marks on his chest and sucked on her earlobe. âScratched by the little.
fox.â
Rachelâs eyes widened in shock.
She shouldnât have asked!
Wasnât she digging a hole for herself?
âTake off your clothes and let me take a look,â David said.
Rachelâs mind immediately tensed up. âWhat do you want to do!â
She was really afraid of David now.
No, to be precise, she was afraid of the beast in hum that was awakened!
Usually, he looked so aloof and noble, as if he didnât care about worldly things, but last night. he
seemed like he had gone mad, wanting nothing more than pound her into oblivion.
David watched her with a gaze that was wary of liimself, like she was watching a wild beast. Silently, he
took out an ointment from his pocket and said, âPut this on.â He didnât need to look to know where it
should be applied.
Rachelâs cheeks were flushed with a deep crimson hue, like a ripe tomato, as she s*atched the
ointment from his hand and said, âIâll do it myself.â
But instead of letting go, David held on to her hand and smiled faintly, âYouâre not comfortable with it, so
let me do it.â
Rachel was speechless.
With her lips bitten and the bedsheets tightly gripped, she trembled slightly. âIs it done yet?â
âNot yet,â David said with a slight frown. âWhy is it so swollen?â
Rachel stared at him with resentment.
Even though no words were exchanged, it felt like an entire conversation had taken place.
David coughed awkwardly to relieve the tension. âIâll be more careful next time.â
After applying the ointment, he wiped his fingers with a tissue and threw it into the trash can. âLie on
the bed for a while. Iâll bring you food later.â
âNo, thank you.â Rachel straightened her dress. Iâm not that delicate.â
She didnât want to lie in bed all day without a good reason, lest Mrs. Brown, the housekeeper, get
suspicious.
David stared at her with his dark. eyes.
After a night of transformation, she had become much more alluring, with a coquettishness that she
had never shown before.
Davidâs Adamâs apple bobbed up and down, and his hand on her ankle tightened involuntarily.
Feeling the warmth of the manâs palm, Rachel reflexively withdrew her foot and looked at him warily.
âWhat are you doing?â
âCan you stop staring at me as if Iâm kind of wild animal?â David smiled helplessly, his expression
conveying a mix of amusement and resignation.
âBetter safe than sorry,â Rachel retorted.
Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the bedroom door.
Mrs. Brown, the housekeeper, stood outside and said respectfully, âSir, Miss Grey, Old Mrs. Jones is
here.â
Rachel and David exchanged a glance upon hearing the announcement.
Rachel quickly got out of bed, but David pressed her back down. âYou rest here. Iâll go out and see
her.â
No matter what, Old Mrs. Jones was an elder, and it wouldnât be right to hide in the bedroom when she
came to visit.
âLetâs go together.â
After hesitating for a minute, they held hands and walked out of the room.