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Chapter 466 – A Sacrificial Lambs Unexpected Marriage

Posted on March 12, 2025 by admin

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“Deacon, your wound is swollen. It’s raining right now. If this continues, you don’t want to live anymore?”

Deacon grabbed her glossy shoulder, turned her around, and cupped her long hand-sized face with his large palm, repeating a sentence: “Oriana, I just don’t want you to go.”

He leaned down and kissed her red lips.

Oriana’s pupils shrank. At this point, he was still thinking about kissing?

“Deacon, let go!”

She pushed him away with force.”

Her action caused the wound on his back to open, Deacon’ tall and straight body shook twice, then “bang”, he knelt in the rain.

His large hand rested on the ground, stall drops of water rolling down his handsome face. His thick eyebrows and his eyes were filled with coldness.

Deacon gently closed his beautiful eyes, his Adam’s apple rolling up and down. A few seconds later, he gently pulled the corner of his mouth, and his deep eye sockets were tinged with a bright red layer.

He said slowly: “Oriana, if you dare to leave, in the future, I will definitely bathe Visionary with blood and make you pay dearly.”

Visionary is Oriana’s home.

Oriana suddenly froze. She looked at the man who was kneeling in the rain in disbelief and fear.

She shivered all over. He is… a devil!

His wet hair covered his narrow, transparent eyes. He looked at her, slowly reaching out his large hand, “Come here.”

Oriana moved her paralyzed legs and stepped forward.

“I told you. You won’t escape, Oriana.”

Deacon closed his eyes and fell down.

It was getting dark, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the wooden house was precarious in the heavy rain.

Oriana took out a needle, burned it red, and reluctantly sutured Deacon. He wouldn’t allow her to leave. and she couldn’t find a doctor.

Oriana sat by the bed, looking at Deacon on the bed. Recently he had a high fever of 42 degrees and started to feel cold all over again.

Now he is still in a coma. fils handsome face was pale, his handsome features were also extremely cold, and at the same time, he also developed paranoia.

Oriana suddenly realized a problem. Three years later, Deacon’s paranola has worsened, and his desire to possess and control her is almost morbid.

Just now when he got down on one knee in the rain and said that he would bathe Visionary with blood in the future, Oriana saw the strong aura of a king in him.

No matter how much she concealed his background, he had the blood of the chosen child of Greenland, lest he one day be crowned king.

She will be the queen of Visionary, and what will their fate be?

Will he one day rule the world? And when she leaves, will he personally lead an army to break into her house, take over her city, and stain her everything with blood?

Just thinking about this, Oriana felt cold all over. She took out a blank sheet of paper and a pen. She wrote something on the white paper. Finally, she took his finger, making a handprint.

She folded the paper and kept it safe.

After doing all this, she felt relaxed and at ease.

She brought her small hand to touch his forehead.

A second later, her slender wrist was grabbed by his large hand. He longed for her soft skin. “It’s cold… So cold…”

No more blankets here.

Oriana bit her wet bottom lip with her white teeth, then lifted the blanket, and her soft body slid into his arms.

Oriana stretched her slender arms around his hard waist and pressed her soft body against his cold skin.

After a while, he seemed to get colder.

Maybe he won’t make it through the night.

Oriana looked at his handsome pale face, his thin lips pursed. He was injured so he appeared a little sick and weak, looking like a cold and noble man.

She hesitated for a moment, then reached out to remove her clothes, her small hand also reached into his clothes, touching his solid waist….

One warm, one cold.

One soft, one hard.

Clinging to his ice-cold skin, Oriana shivered in his arms, trembling her shiny shoulder.

However, her body temperature was on fire.

No matter how cold it is, a man and a woman hugging is the best way to keep warm.

His body temperature tended to warm up, too, but it wasn’t obvious.

Now that she had decided to save him, and decided on the path to take in the future, Oriana didn’t hesitate any longer. She lowered her slender eyelashes, and her small hands slid down his solid.

Deacon had a dream.

He was walking in the desert, under the scorching sun, his throat was dry with thirst, and his body temperature was getting hotter and hotter.

Suddenly, he opened his deep narrow eyes, clearly seeing the person on his body.

Oriana was sitting on top of him, her long black hair falling to her shoulders, her skin radiating with a transparent, jewel like glow.

Deacon’s jet-black eyes suddenly shrank. He is the arrogant son of heaven, he never thought he would wake up under a woman like this.

His throat rolled up and down. The burning pain in his hack along with the stimulation from this woman made him hastily lower his handsome eyebrows, reaching out his big hand to squeeze her slim waist, “What are you doing?”

What could she do? She was keeping him warm.

It was the hardest night in the heavy rain. He had a high fever of 42 degrees, and his whole body was as cold as an ice cellar, there was no use hugging him, so she could only turn over, creating heat through the friction of her skin against his.

This is the most primitive way of heating.

However, it is also the most ambiguous.

It easily sparks a fire.

Oriana’s slender face turned red then white, her black eyes intertwined with purity and charm, making her appear vivacious and fragrant.

She glanced up at the man. His back was injured, a high mattress was placed behind his back, and he was in a lying position.

His handsome face was pale, his forchead was covered with cold sweat, and his eyelashes silent fell over his deep eyes. Now he is really handsome and gentle.

She had the idea to bully him.

The world’s number one tycoon. Deacon, a very strong and domineering man, didn’t expect one day to fall into her hands.

Oriana lifted her pretty face, then reached out her small hands to pinch his sturdy jaw, replying, “What am I doing? Of course… playing with you!”

Deacon’ eyes darkened. He felt his lips go dry, reaching out his long tongue to lick his thin lips, “Say it again!”

Oriana blinked her curls, jokingly, “You tell me to say it again and I’ll say it again? Aren’t you afraid of losing face?”

“Haha.”

Deacon looked at her silently, letting out a deep laugh from his h oa rse throat.

Oriana’s scalp went numb. Although he has an illness, for so many years he has been a dominator in the business world. Even if he is sick, people don’t dare to mess with him.

“I’m just kidding. It’s really hot, isn’t it? I’ll climb down,”

she said and climbed down.

But Deacon reached out and wrapped his arms around her slim waist, pulling her into his lap.

Her slender body bumped into his hard chest, and she was just about to break free when a groan came from above her head.

The wound on his back was being pulled out.

Oriana hastily stopped moving. She said, “It’s not my fault, don’t blame me!”

Deacon hugged her. She was wearing a small halter top. He buried his head in her hair and inhaled her scent. After the pain in his back subsided, he smiled h oar sely and said, “What about you harassing me?”

What the hell?

“Deacon, I’m saving you. If you get a little colder, you’ll die for sure!”

Deacon lowered his eyes and rubbed his dry thin lips on her soft face: “Where did you rub me just now to warm up?”

“Why are men and women still unequal now? Isn’t it wrong for women to molest men?”

Oriana’s face flushed, but she fought back, “President Armstead, you’re really a beast. No matter how cold you are, just rub it and it will warm you up!”

Deacon raised an eyebrow without objection, pulling the blanket over the two of them.

Oriana wanted to move, but now she was lying on top of him, which was too intimate.

“Don’t move!”

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