Chapter 318 – A Sacrificial Lamb’s Unexpected Marriage

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“So you know I like this?”

Oriana’s hand-sized beautiful face let out a

“boom”

, she looked up to see that his white shirt had been rolled up, revealing his sturdy arms, on his wrist was a precious steel men’s watch. He had an elite appearance, but he was such a man who viciously played with her bunny ears. Oriana swore she was pure, but he was a bit… amusing. Oriana immediately reached out and

“slapped”

his large palm,

“Deacon, why are you always so p erver ted?”

When she was in Los Angeles, she wore pajamas with a tall, and he kept her tail, too. She didn’t mean to please him, she just liked this kind of pajama.

“Always?”

Deacon paused,

“Did I pull your bunny ears before?”

Oriana’s heart ski pped a beat. She suddenly lifted her eyes and looked at him in amazement. Did he… guess something? Ever since he asked who her ex-husband was at the scientific research facility, Oriana had always had the feeling that he had suspected that her ex-husband was himself.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Deacon playfully looked at her appreciatively,

“Am I wrong? Did your ex-husband like to pull your bunny ears?”

Oriana looked at his narrow, long, and deep eyes, his gaze was a little teasing her, very gentle, but the darkness in his eyes concealed the sharpness, making her temporarily unable to see clearly. Oriana was a little confused, she reached out her small hand and pulled her bunny ears back, then opened the door to the room and ran away. She ran away. Deacon had one hand in his trouser pocket, the other was holding the white shirt she had stuffed into him.

Now he’s sure he is her ex-husband! She gave him her first time! The person she loves so much is him, too! She is his everything! Deacon brought the white shirt to his nose and sniffed, he smelled the sweet scent of the girl, and the shirt she wore wafted her scent.

Deacon’ protruding throat rolled up and down twice, he went to the bathroom to take a cold shower, then directly put on that white shirt. It was late at night, and Deacon was still awake, he was searching for information with a thin notebook in hand..

A mysterious flower vine jumped on the screen of the laptop. It was the flower that had grown above Oriana’s heart. It was so bright red that it was almost seductive. These days, he had been investigating this flower, not letting Peterson and Ray handle it, but investigating it himself. Immediately after, a full version dialog box appeared and a message was sent,

“This flower is called. Empress Flower. ”

Deacon’ handsome face was illuminated by the dim light, flickering indistinctly, he typed on the keyboard and replied:

“What is Empress Flower?”

“It is said that there is a mystical country at the other end, ruled by queens, and each queen has sublime medical arts. They were born with a royal flower, a symbol of status and supremacy.”

Deacon frowned, asking,

“Where is that country?”

“The country at the other end has disappeared at the end of the world, and only the princess can find her way home.”

Deacon was silent for a moment, typing,

“I want to find a way to get there!”

Deacon reached out and closed the notebook, got up from the bed, opened the bedroom door, and went- into Oriana’s room.

A small ball curled up on the big soft bed. Oriana was fast asleep, her little face red from sleep, her eyelids drooping like two small fans, her face when sleeping was very docile and soft. Deacon sat at the side of the bed, long slender fingers resting on her small face, squeezing lovingly. At this time, Oriana, who was sleeping, moved, took the initiative to place her small face in his palm, and gracefully rubbed it. In her dream, she muttered:

“Mr. Armstead…”

She was calling…Mr. Armstead… Deacon stopped, Mr. Armstead… Was that his other sell? What happened between her and Mr. Armstead? Deacon knows it is someone else, and he shouldn’t be jealous, but now sitting by her bed, hearing her call Mr. Armstead in her dream, he really has a grudge inside and is jealous of himself like crazy.

Deacon knew that it was a world he had never been in, and that it belonged to her and Mr. Armstead. She loves Mr. Armstead so much, that’s the reason why when they first met in Imperial, she chased his car with such eyes.

Deacon didn’t know what happened to them in that world. He didn’t know if they were happy or sad, sweet or parting. This frightened him, envied him, and made him extremely insecure. Deacon lowered his head, thin lips landing on her beautiful forehead, pressing a kiss, not leaving for a long time, but intimately brushing his thin lips against her soft skin.

Now he is really insecure, not only because of the lost memory but also because of the mystery of her identity. His father once said that one day she would disappear at the end of the world and return home. At that time, she would leave him.

And Damien, who mysteriously sent him a message… It seems that the peach blossoms on her body were blooming one after another, and he had to follow her peach blossoms one after another. Deacon’ thin lips pressed against her ear, and he whispered,

“Oriana, I like Not only does Mr. Armstead like her but he, Deacon, likes her too! you too.”

Deacon went to the bar. The bar owner was fat, ran out excitedly, smiled, and said:

“Mr. Armstead, your visit really makes my little bar shine. Mr. Armstead, please have a good drink. I’ll go find our mainstay here to entertain you!”

Deacon raised his hand, answering.

“No need, I’m looking for someone named Amelia Garcia.”

“Oh, President Armstead, you have good taste. Amelia is our mainstay here. Please look up at the stage.”

The bar owner pointed. Deacon looked up and saw a girl appear on the stage. She looked very small, a little younger than Oriana. She was about 18 years old and very thin. She was wearing a black dress with thin shoulder straps, a beautiful small face showing a cold expression, and her almond eyes were clear and indifferent.

She is Amelia. Now it’s time for Amelia to perform. She takes a guitar and starts playing. She is singing a lonely song. Amelia’s voice is very ethereal. As soon as she raised her voice, people were surprised, and she was able to catch everyone’s ears immediately. The hall quickly fell silent. Everyone’s eyes were on Amelia, reveling in her singing. Deacon found a place to sit down, too. The bar owner next to him smiled wryly,

“Mr. Armstead, do you like Amelia? She is a bit hard to deal with. She doesn’t accept any guests.”

“Actually, there are a lot of beauties in my bar. Amelia is still too young. She’s not an advantage in this respect, but she is born with a beautiful voice. When she sings here, a lot of people are her fans. She has attracted a lot of customers and traffic.”

“Frequently, talent scouts and entertainment agencies come to hunt Amelia, wanting to recruit her and let her debut, but Amelia can’t talk to them because she has a brother who has a heart condition and is currently in the hospital. It requires a lot of expenses. It’s a bottomless hole.”

Speaking of this, the bar owner gently sighed:

“Come to this, Amelia’s life is very miserable. She graduated from high school, then stopped going to school and went out to earn money. I heard that her parents passed away a long time ago. All these years, she was the one raising her younger brother.”

Deacon had read all of Amelia’s information, and it was just like what the bar owner said. He quietly finished listening to a song, then said,

“I’ll wait for her in the private room.”

Deacon entered the luxurious room, and soon there were footsteps outside, and the bar owner’s voice said,

“Amelia, President Armstead is a big figure at Imperial, we can’t offend him. If he wants to see you, you have to meet him.”

The door to the luxury room was opened and the bar owner let Amelia in. Amelia looked at Deacon, wary,

“I’m not a prostitute.”

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