Filed To Story: A Sacrificial Lambs Unexpected Marriage
“Miss Fairy, is there someone who hurt you?”
Nathan angrily asked.
“Who bullied you? You can tell my dad. He is very powerful. He will help you get revenge.”
Oriana thought
“Yeah?”. Why did she feel that Nathan was starting to sell his father to her? But looking at Nathan’s young and innocent face, filled with concern for her, Oriana felt that she was thinking too much.
“Dad,”
Lil’ Nathan grabbed Deacon’s trouser leg, innocently asking:
“Tell Miss Fairy. Dad will protect her, right?”
Deacon’s deep gaze fell on her small, beautiful hand-sized face. He didn’t say anything. Oriana felt his gaze both dark and hot so she quickly averted her gaze,
“Lil’ Nathan, thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Dad and I will protect you from now on.”
Lil’ Nathan said solemnly.
“1 Oriana’s heart softened, revealing a warm and gentle smile as she looked at the boy’s small, pink face and his bright black eyes which were like night pearls. She really likes Lil’ Nathan. At this point, Deacon entered the room on his long legs, his voice deep and full of magnetism:
“Come in. I’ll treat your wound.”
Oriana instinctively refused,
“No need…”
But the next second, what the heck? She turned her head to look at the man. Deacon was standing in her room. His pose was natural and comfortable as if this were his room! She turned him down and didn’t let him in, didn’t she? How did he get in?
“Miss Fairy, let’s go to the room.”
At this moment, the little boy took Oriana’s small hand. Oriana,
“…”
In the room. Oriana sat on the big soft bed, Deacon stood beside the bed, holding an alcohol swab in his bony palm to help her treat the wound on her forehead.
“Ow!…”
Oriana painfully swallowed. Deacon didn’t move anymore. Now that he was standing and she was sitting, he could easily look at her with condescending eyes,
“Does it hurt?”
“A little bit.”
Deacon poked her wound with a cotton swab. What was he doing? She was in a lot of pain, and he poked at her wound. Oriana burst into tears because of the pain, raised her head, and glared at him, angrily saying:
“President Armstead, you did it on purpose. Is it fun to prank me?”
Deacon pursed his lips and snorted softly,
“Idiot!”
“
Oriana’s heart ski p ped a beat. When this man said these two words in his deep voice, she had the illusion of being loved. Idiot! Oriana’s gaze was a bit dull, but her sockets were red from the pain, her curled eyelashes were still a little wet, and she looked pitiful. Deacon felt his heart flutter, and he couldn’t help but ask,
“Does it really hurt?”
Deacon lowered his tall and handsome body, one hand cupped the back of her neck, and stroked her soft hair:
“It won’t hurt, will it?”
His words were very vague, more like teasing her, teasing his kitten. The two unnatural blushes on Oriana’s charming little face gradually disappeared. Now he is very close. Looking at him from such a close distance, his handsomely carved face was a bit delinquent. She also smelled clean and clear masculinity on him, very fragrant. To be fair, this is a very attractive, handsome, rich, mature, noble, gallant man and very attractive to women. Oriana hastily avoided his gaze, reaching out her small white hand to take the cotton swab in his hand,
“President Armstead, I won’t bother you. I’ll do it myself.”
She sna tched the cotton swab from his hand and involuntarily grasped his broad hand with her soft, smooth fingers. Oriana froze for a moment as their hands interlocked and held each other. She hastily wanted to pull out her small hand, but he stretched out his hands and threw her directly onto the large soft bed. Her beautiful slender back was pressed against the mattress, and before she could get up, her vision went dark, and Deacon pressed down on her. Two big hands supported her body, he looked at her with fiery eyes, his overbearing tone filled with affection,
“You’re injured but you’re not even honest. Are you itchy?”
Oriana quickly reached out and pushed him,
“President Armstead, I’m itchy. Do you want to treat it?”
Deacon’s gaze darkened, his Adam’s apple rolling up and down,
“So do you want me to handle it?”
Oriana raised her delicate willow-leaf eyebrows, pressed against his hard chest, and pushed him away with force,
“I’m sorry, Mr. Armstead. I didn’t make an appointment.”
Deacon didn’t budge, and she couldn’t push him away. The man’s tall body was like a wall pressed against hers, his large, clearly articulated hands clutching her trembling little hands to the top of her head. He laughed and said,
“Oriana, are you playing hard-to-get? Didn’t you ask me to be nice to my son?”
“I like Lil’ Nathan, and he is also my son…”
“So I’m still Lil’ Nathan’s dad, do you like me? Buy one get one free. We’re all yours.”
After saying that, he leaned down and kissed her rosy neck.
The man lying on top of her kissed her, she pushed him with all her strength, but couldn’t move. Her little hands threaded through his short hair, tugging,
“President Armstead, let go. Lil’ Nathan is here!”
His son is here, he should be a little scared. Deacon kissed her tender skin, hoa rsely saying,
“Leave him alone. Let’s make out for a while.”
With this little brat, he was about to become a monk.
Oriana was trying to push him away, when a childish voice said,
“Dad, Miss Fairy, what are you doing?”
Oriana turned her head and saw that Lil’ Nathan had arrived. The boy stared at them with his big eyes.
“Deacon, Nathan is here. Let go!”
Oriana used her strength to push him. Of course Deacon knew Nathan was coming. This brat always wants to make him feel uncomfortable. He frowned with displeasure and impatience and refused to get up. Oriana failed to push the man. At this point, the boy quickly ran over, climbed onto the bed, and pushed Deacon with both hands and feet,
“Dad, get up quickly. Why are you pressing on Miss Fairy? You will crush her!”
Nathan didn’t know what his father and Miss Fairy were doing, but Oriana’s soft and seductive face was already red. But the man on her body pretended to be dead and refused to move.
“Lil’ Nathan, hold on a bit. Push your dad away.”
“Okay, Miss Fairy. Let’s try together.”
Lil’ Nathan and Oriana pushed Deacon as hard as they could. Deacon’s large, clearly articulated hand reached to the woman’s beautiful a ss and squeezed it, then he flipped over onto the large bed. Oriana hastily jumped off the bed. She adjusted her disheveled clothes, feeling her a ss being pinched by the man was very hot. If it weren’t for her child, she would have kicked him out of bed.
“Miss Fairy, what’s wrong with my dad? Why was he pressing you?”
Oriana glanced at the man on the bed. He furrowed his handsome brows, his firm chest rising and falling under his thin white shirt. Lifting her head, she glanced at his pants and immediately averted her gaze. She looked at Nathan and replied,
“Well… Lil’ Nathan, your dad was drunk.”
“Did he drink alcohol? No, I don’t smell alcohol.”
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