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“I’ll help you act in front of grandma, and I could also help you treat your insomnia. How about that?” Oriana questioned as she massaged his shoulder slowly.
Deacon said nothing.
Oriana took out another needle from her hair and pushed it into Deacon’s neck. Deacon closed his eyes and fell into the sofa.
Oriana quickly reached out and gently caught his handsome face with her hands.
He had fallen asleep.
The butler was already dripping in sweat. No one didn’t know the identity of his young master. He’s the young master of Lu family, the favored son of heaven, teh teenage regarding business as a game, and using few effort, he created the myth of Lu family.
No one had ever dared to negotiate with him, let alone a girl.
All the girls who had been fortunate enough to see Deacon over the years, were desperate to get his love.
But Oriana was special. Even in front of the sick young master, she was calm and intelligent.
What was even more surprising was that the young master had fallen sleep.
Deacon hadn’t slept for a long time!
The doctors who treated Deacon’s insomnia were all world’s best doctors, but none could make it.
“Young mistress…” The butler initiated.
Oriana pressed her fingers on her lips and made a shush gesture, “Don’t worry, you can
I’ll be with him.”
For some reason, the butler felt that Oriana carried a reassuring force. So he obediently withdrew.
The room was silent.
Oriana allowed him rest on her for a moment. When he fell into a deep sleep, she put him on the sofa and covered him with a blanket.
When she done putting him to sleep, Oriana climbed on the bed and fell asleep.
At this moment, Deacon slowly opened his eyes and woke up. He stood up and walked to the bed. Stretching out his long fingers, he caressed Oriana’s smooth face gently.
Deacon’s finger halted. He stared at the Oriana who had already fallen asleep.
He glanced at her neck and sighted a visible mark. Her skin was fragile.
Deacon turned around and returned to the sofa.
His sleep disorder was getting worse by the day. It definitely was not something her silver needles could cure. However, she was skilled in medicine. Just now, he really did take a nap on her.
Deacon gaze was focused on her slender figure on the bed. He wondered how she could be so tiny and soft.
The following morning. Oriana sat in the dining room, she was eating a pastrami sandwich and a glass of smoothie laid on her table.
“Olly, I liked you as soon as I saw you. If ever Deacon dares to bully you, tell grandma, grandma will help you beat him up.” Old Mrs Samantha teased with a smile on her face.
“Don’t stop Olly, drink some more smoothie.” Old Mrs Samantha beckoned.
“I will grandma.” Oriana replied and drank from her glass.
“Good morning young master.” The maids voice sounded.
Deacon descended the stairs without responding to them.
Oriana raised her eyes and stared at him. Deacon was clothed in a white shirt and black trousers. Every step he took was magnetic. He was indeed alluring.
Behind him, an older nanny came down holding a piece of white beddings in her hands.
There was some blood stains on it.
She walked up to Oriana and said. “Congratulations madam.”
When Oriana saw it, she had questions in her mind. Because she was certain that she and Deacon had done nothing the previous night.
At this moment. Deacon stopped beside her. He tucked his long hands into the pocket of his trousers and lowered his long body and whispered into her ears. “I did that.”
Oriana breath a sigh of relief and was happy that nothing had really happened. But Deacon wasn’t done, he bent more further and asked. “Are you still…a virgin?
His question was way too straightforward. Oriana had never been in a relationship.
Their posture was a little intimate, they were like lovebirds whispering to each other.
Old Mrs Samantha immediately covered her eyes with her hands, “I saw nothing. I ain’t looking. You guys can continue.”
Mrs Samantha slightly opened her fingers and peeped secretly at them..
Deacon gazed at Oriana’s earlobe which was a bit reddish, and his heroic eyebrows were slightly raised, showing the evil charm of a mature man. “Your twentieth birthday is yet to arrive. You’re nineteen years old. You’ve never had sex with a man, right?”
Oriana was still very young. But Deacon was twenty seven years old. He was handsome and mature.
Oriana felt his warm breath flow across her body, sending cold shivers down her spine.
“Do you wanna eat? Here have some.” Oriana turned and fed him the pastrami sandwich.
He took a bite and chewed slowly.
She took her glass of smoothie and made him drink from it.
The butler who stood close by immediately shouted, “Young mistress, that’s your glass!”
Deacon had a strict cleanliness addiction. He never shared a spoon or glass. The housekeeper had quickly left to get him a mouthwash.
Oriana’s eyelash shivered. Deacon stood up straight. His face ached in a frown. He grabbed the glass and drank half of the content.
The butler was surprised at Deacon’s action. Old Mrs Samantha nodded in satisfaction.
She was over seventy. She did like Oriana. And was convinced that Deacon and her were destined for each other.
“It looks like my great–grandson will soon be in Oriana’s stomach.” Mrs Samantha squealed like a child.
Oriana held the glass of smoothie in her hands. Contemplating whether to drink from it or not.
Deacon sat on the seat beside her. He looked at her with concern and said. “Why did you stop eating? Go on and eat.”
To her, drinking form it would be them indirectly kissing.
“Yea Olly, go ahead and have your meal. I’ll give you another glass later.” Old Mrs
Samantha added.
Oriana quickly ate half of her sandwich and emptied her glass. “I’m full Grandma. I won’t eat anymore.
Deacon stared at her cute and naive look, a sweet chuckle escaped his lips.
After breakfast, Old Mrs Samantha asked Oriana, “Olly, do you want to go out later?
Oriana nodded, “Yes grandma. I want to go to my parent’s house.”
“Oh, that’s right. You should visit your parents. Deacon, how about you take Olly to her parent’s house, and take some gifts with you. Our son–in–law’s etiquette shouldn’t be ignored.” Old Mrs Samantha spoke to Deacon.
Oriana was about retorting, but Deacon muttered, “It’s fine grandma. I’ll take her.”
Deacon and Oriana walked out of the front door into the lawn. Deacon opened the front passenger’s door for her and muttered, “Get in.”
Oriana waved her hand in a bid to dissuade him, “Grandma can’t see from here. No need for the pretence. I’ll take a taxi to my parent’s house.”
Deacon furrowed his eyebrows. “Didn’t you say, that you were gonna cooperate with me and act in the presence of grandma? Get in the car, and don’t let me say it the third time.”
Oriana’s heart s****d a beat. He really had agreed to the deal she offered the previous night!
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