Filed to story: A Sacrificial Lambs Unexpected Marriage
Oriana replied and turned to leave.
Looking at her back, Clara bitterly scolded: “What are you pretending to be? Isn’t it because you were subdued by Deacon? I heard you call him several times just now!”
Oriana wept to another presidential suite and stood in front of the sink. She reached out and unbuttoned her coat, revealing her undershirt and the delicate skin underneath.
Now her smooth white skin is full of hickey marks.
Those hickey marks spread from her delicate ruddy neck, down to her bra, and disappeared, making one’s face flush.
Oriana stood alone in front of the bathroom sink, looking at herself in the mirror. Her slim face was roky and seductive, full of vitality.
She took off her undershirt and stepped into the tub.
The water was warm and contained rose petals that covered her entire body, washing away the sticky unpleasant feeling all over her body. Her trembling legs and limp body gradually relaxed.
Oriana slowly stretched her slender arms. Deacon was really evil. If he wants to deal with someone, always has the way.
Her body which had become stiff and hazy due to childbirth had softened, and she had to endure Clara’s scolding just now.
Now, what are he and Clara doing in that room?
Oriana still chooses to trust him. Since he told her not to care about anything, she would listen to him. and do nothing. He certainly had his own plans.
Clara and Concubine Molly have been messing around for so long. It’s time to bring them together.
The next morning.
Oriana had just left the room when she met an acquaintance in the hallway, Clara.
Clara wore a lovely soft, pink long dress. After just one night of disappearing, her whole body became like peach soaked in honey, rosy and seductive.
“Oriana, what a coincidence.”
Seeing Oriana, Clara hurriedly showed a smile of satisfaction.
Oriana stopped walking.
Clara came over, smiled softly, and said: “Oriana, thank you so much. Last night, Deacon and I slept together, now I am his woman.”
Oriana didn’t show any wavering expression, looking at Clara.
Clara was soft and beautiful like a flower, obviously being taken care of by a man.
Had Deacon really slept with her?
Oriana pursed her red lips slightly, “Clara, then I congratulate you first.”
“Oriana, don’t you believe me? Deacon’s fitness is just off the charts. I thought he was powerless, but last night he was so enthusiastic. He did it to me twice and even held me to sleep until dawn.”
Speaking of which, Clara handed a USB flash drive to Oriana, “This is for you. You can see it with your own eyes.”
Clara twisted her slender waist, arrogantly leaving.
In the room.
Oriana looked at the USB in her hand. Clara didn’t say what it was just now, but she figured it out. Probably the video of Deacon making love to her last night.
Clara intentionally filmed it and showed it to her on purpose.
However, Clara held back for too long and she finally took on her shame.
Does she want to see it?
Oriana plugged the USB flash drive in her hand into the laptop, and soon a video popped up.
On the large bed in the room, Deacon and Clara were entwined.
The lights in the room didn’t go out, Deacon perfectly handsome face could be clearly seen.
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1949 Eva & body is so powerful.
It was him.
Oriana’s clear pupils suddenly shrank. At first, she thought of many possibilities, perhaps he would use a substitute….
But not.
In the video, Deacon was on top of Clara. She hugged his neck, leaned close to his thin lips, and kissed him, happily calling: “Deacon, I am so happy being with you.”
Deacon bent down to kiss her.
Oriana clicked to fast forward, and just like Clara said, they did it twice, then Deacon hugged her, and slept together until dawn.
Did he really sleep with Clara?
Oriana was still sitting on the sofa. She pressed the button with her delicate finger and started watching the video again…
This time Clara got her wish, so she let Nathan go.
Nathan’s status is extraordinary so Clara doesn’t dare to actually touch him, not even a hair. Otherwise, the little prince’s grandparents would kill her together, and there would be chaos.
Oriana carried Nathan out of the hotel. At this moment, Nathan said, 鈥楳om, look, Dad’s heres”
Oriana looked up and saw two people walking in front of her, Deacon and Clara.
Deacon wore a hand-crafted black suit, tall and straight, his innate regal aura attracting everyone’s eyes.
Clara wore a long dress, took his arm, and the two left the hotel together.
“Nathan, I still have some work to do. Go home first. I’ll play with you when I’m done.”
Oriana said, patting Nathan’s small head.
Nathan nodded obediently. “Okay, I’ll go home first.”
The Armstead family’s special car arrived, and he got in the car and left.
Seeing the little boy safely leave, Oriana finally let go of the big rock in her heart.
She returned to Sadie’s face. After all, Clara was still ostentatious with her little face.
The real and fake Oriana play has finally come to an end. She stood gracefully in front of the autumn, wind, her clear pupils calmly looking at Clara.
Clara felt this gaze from afar, raised her head, and immediately met Oriana’s bright eyes. Oriana looked at her nonchalantly. The wind blew through her body, and although without fancy dress, she was as delicate and beautiful as a shining jewel.
It is said that women aren’t scary but beautiful women are scary, and the scariest women are those who are both beautiful and temperamental Oriana is this type of woman.
Clara was acutely aware of the distance between her and Oriana, but remembering the bed sheet she and Deacon had rolled over last night, she immediately lifted her chin in a proud greeting: “Good morning. Ettle girl.”
“Good morning Oriana smiled lightly, then looked at Deacon.
Deacon glanced at her as well, his gaze cold and distant, like he was looking at a stranger.
After one night, Deacon seemed to become a different person.
He and Clara left, Oriana thoughtfully looking at his hack.
At this moment, she felt a deep gaze on her small face.
Oriana rolled her eyes to the side and met that gaze. She saw Peterson, and now behind him was another subordinate.
The subordinate raised his head slightly to look at her.
Oriana saw an unfamiliar face, and… a pair of extremely familiar deep and narrow eyes.
When she wanted one more look, Peterson left with his subordinate, “Alex, hurry up.
That subordinate’s name is Alex.
Oriana pordered. At this time, Clara in front of her also impatiently urged, “Little mald, what are you doing? Hurry up and get in the car. Want us to wait for you?”
The stretched version of the Rolls-Royce commercial luxury sedan stopped, Deacon and Clara, boarded, and Oriana quickly got in and boarded.
In the luxury business car.
Deacon and Clara sat together. Clara wished she could wrap herself around Deacon, cuddling against him.-
Deacon looked indifferent. From beginning to end, he and Oriana didn’t make any eye contact.
Oriana didn’t say anything either. She was sitting in the back row but she felt a deep gaze staring at her.
“Little maid, bring me a bottle of water.”
At this time, Clara in the front gave orders.
This business-class car is really quite rough, there are several rows of seats in the back. Oriana looked at it, there were bottles of water on the back seat.
She got up, grabbed a bottle of water, then turned around.
When returning, the luxury car suddenly swerved Oriana couldn’t stand, her slender body tilted. falling directly into a man’s lap.