Chapter 320 – A Sacrificial Lamb’s Unexpected Marriage

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The whole villa is very quiet at this moment, so quiet that there is no sound at all. It is stuffy and frustrating. Jean looked at Amelia, then raised his glass of water and drank it slowly. Amelia’s face was cold, and she wasn’t in a bad mood.

She threw the bl oody fruit knife into the trash can, then squatted down and began to deal with the blood dripping on the ground. She wiped the blood with great seriousness and concentration, leaving not a single trace, and soon the floor was as clean as ever.

Daniel was stabbed through the bone, now being taken to the hospital, life or death is unknown, but the two of them are very calm, as if nothing happened just now.

At this point, Jean put down the glass, stepped forward, and stretched out his long slender fingers, gently squeezing Amelia’s jaw, forcing her to raise her head to look at him. Amelia looked at him without hesitation. This 18-year-old girl has a cold personality and doesn’t seem to know how to’smile.

Her spine is always straight. Because of her young age, she showed stubbornness. Now Jean could see in her almond pupils the ruthless killing intent. When Daniel wanted to rape her, she could stab him without hesitation. Jean curled his thin lips, asking.

“Who sent you here? Let me guess, Oriana Hendrix? No, Oriana wouldn’t push a girl into my lap. So is that… Deacon Armstead?”

Amelia didn’t say anything.

“Did I guess wrong? I just need a maid here. You all know Daniel is lewd, and you’re a good fit for him, so Deacon took advantage of Daniel to send you here. What are you going to do next? How are you going to steal my One Snap recipe?”

Amelia looked at Jean. He is smiling now, condescending and joking, those blue eyes dim, radiating a sick light.

He figured it all out, and now he’s excited to see her next performance. Amelia’s expressionless face turned around, directly freed from his fingers holding her chin, then she stood up and washed her hands. After turning off the faucet, she turned around and started undressing in front of him. She wore a black T-shirt that Daniel had just torn. She raised her hand to take it off, revealing the white halter top inside. She continued to work in her white halter top. Three dishes and a soup were prepared.

She served delicious meals of all colors and flavors and placed another bowl of rice on the table. After doing all this, Amelia looked at Jean.

He didn’t move. He was standing in a dimly lit corner, one hand in his pocket, his body lazily leaning against the wall, but his blue pupils were empty. They looked directly down at her white halter top, then slowly went down, sweeping across her flat stomach and long slender legs. Seeing her look over, he didn’t have the slightest sense of being caught, but only fixed his eyes on her pretty little face, asking,

“Why don’t you talk, dumb little girl?”

Amelia still said nothing and turned to leave. Before leaving, she reached for the black shirt she had just hung on the hanger, then her slender figure quickly disappeared into the night outside. 11:54 Jean raised an eyebrow. Very interesting! He used a spoon to eat a piece of her cooking, it turned out to be surprisingly delicious. At the Armstead Corporation. In the CEO’s office, Deacon sat in an office chair reviewing documents. Peterson reported in a low voice:

“Young Master, Jean knew Amelia’s identity.”

Deacon signed his name at the bottom of the document, saying in a deep voice:

“This isn’t surprising. Jean would definitely find out.”

“Young master, what do you mean?”

Deacon raised his head and glanced at Peterson, saying,

“I have only one thought, and that’s to get The Old Lady’s recipe. I’m not interested in other people’s business.”

Peterson stopped talking. Sick Jean would face his young master. It was really exciting to see who would win. At this moment, the door to the president’s office was pushed open, and Dr. Kellerman, the world’s master hypnotherapist, came in, saying.

“President Armstead, hello.”

Deacon put down the down the pen in his hand, stood up, brought Dr. Kellerman to the clinic, and began his journey of diagnosis and treatment to restore his memory. In the clinic. Deacon lay on a soft rattan chair, Dr. Kellerman examined him and said:

“Mr. Armstead, you have lost a part of your memory. If my inference is not wrong, you have been hypnotized once before. That memory has been taken away.”

Kellerman’s words just now confirmed the conjecture in Deacon’ mind. He really lost a piece of his memory. Who took his memory? A beautiful little face suddenly appeared in Deacon’ mind, it was Oriana! In fact, he had the answer, it was Oriana who took his memories! Deacon pursed his thin lips, saying,

“I want to restore my memory.”

“Master Armstead, I can help you recover your memories, but these memories may not only have joy but also a lot of unforgettable pain. Have you decided you want to restore your memory?”

Dr. Kellerman asked solemnly. Deacon nodded without hesitation:

“Yes.”

He was determined to restore his memory.

“Okay.”

Dr. Kellerman took out a pen and paper,

“President Armstead, our diagnosis could take two hours, see what time it is.”

Deacon raised his hand and looked at the precious steel watch on his wrist with deep narrow eyes, the next second he closed his eyes and was mesmerized, Deacon had dreamed a long, dark dream. He walked aimlessly, looking for direction. At this moment, a clear voice rang in his ear,

“I am the bride who is about to marry Into The Red Villa!”

Deacon turned around, and he found himself on a train, in front of him was a girl. That girl was wearing a veil so he couldn’t see her true face, but he met her clear eyes looking ahead, and he immediately recognized Oriana! Very quickly, the screen jumped, like a fast-forward movie.

They married first, love later, full of sweetness.

He pushed her into a corner and lifted her veil for the first time. The pink nails she had just done got caught on his belt, and she said,

“And after you raise your eyebrows like a swear, I can just open your belt.”

He pulled her to the frosted glass door, panting, biting her red lips,

“It’s not enough now, I’ll wait for you to grow up.”

She told everyone in the media spotlight that she wanted to have two children for her Mr. Armstead… However, the image suddenly changed, he saw himself opening a bottle of sleeping pills and swallowing it all. The doctor coldly said to him:

“Sorry, Mr. Armstead, your insomnia is incurable.”

Deacon opened his eyes, hypnotized, and slowly regained consciousness.

“Mr. Armstead, are you all right?”

Dr. Kellerman asked with concern. There was a layer of cold sweat on Deacon’ forehead. His handsome face was pale, there was no longer a trace of blood, and his chest heaved up and down, breathing fast. Dr. Kellerman frowned and said,

“Mr. Armstead, half of your memories have been restored. This half of your memory has recorded all the sweet happy moments between the two of you, but the other half of your memory that opens up your painful past has been pushed back by that half. The recovery of the memory has forced the interruption of the hypnotic diagnosis. This process is very dangerous. Do you want to continue?”

Deacon’ will was quite strong. He tried to wake up, but even Dr. Kellerman couldn’t stop him. If he continues hypnotherapy, he will be treated, but he will be in great pain.

Deacon lay on the rattan chair.

He quickly closed his beautiful eyes and regulated his breathing. He remembered half of it. Oriana, daughter of the Hendrix family, married him and became Mrs. Armstead. Turns out her ex-husband was actually him.

Los Angeles recorded all of his and her sweet past. No wonder when he returned to Imperial, he always felt empty in his heart, not knowing what he had lost, his life as calm as water, neither good nor bad. Until one day she went to Imperial, he was attracted to her, and crazy about her. She is his Mrs. Armstead!

“Mr. Armstead…Mr. Armstead!”

Dr. Kellerman called him. Deacon focused his eyes on Dr. Kellerman’s face, then heard his question:

“Mr. Armstead, would you like to continue the second half of the memory?”

About the second half of the memory.. Deacon hurriedly got up from the bed, pursed his thin lips, and said h oar sely,

“I haven’t decided Let’s stop here today.”

Then Deacon strode away. yet. Deacon left the company, driving his luxury Rolls-Royce Phantom home. At this moment, the melodious cell phone ringtone rang, it was his personal secretary, Andrew. Deacon pressed the connect button, and Andrew’s reverent voice quickly came:

“President, where are you now? The annual high-level meeting will start in ten minutes, and all senior executives have already been waiting in the VIP hall.”

Deacon looked straight ahead, the bright neon light outside shining on his handsome face through the glossy glass window, reflecting the glare. He said,

“Cancel it.”

Andrew on the other end of the line was taken aback. The annual high-level meeting was on schedule. He didn’t know why his president had temporarily canceled it, but he quickly nodded,

“Yes, president.”

Deacon hung up the phone, his large hands resting on the steering wheel. He didn’t want to do anything, didn’t want to think about anything. He just wanted to go home to see his Mrs. Armstead! The streets are unusually busy tonight because today is Christmas. The street was full of couples holding hands. There were many florists, many boyfriends stopped to buy flowers for girlfriends. Deacon turned the wheel, parked on the side of the road, opened the driver’s door, and stepped out. Soon he became the most noticeable man on the street. Tonight he wears a thin black wool coat over a black suit, steps out of the world’s top luxury car, and looks handsome and decent, every standing posture is like a model posing on the street of England, attracting people’s attention. The girl’s eyes on the street quickly lit up, and pink bubbles rose. God, that man is so handsome,”

exclaimed a girl. Deacon was used to these eyes, he walked over to a little girl selling flowers, squatted down, and said softly,

“Little girl, I want all these flowers.”

The little girl looked at Deacon with big black eyes and raised a voice as clear as water:

“Uncle, you want so many roses. Is it for your girlfriend?”

Deacon reached out and touched the girl’s head, and replied,

“No, it’s for my wife.”

The girls on the street opened their mouths and groaned. He was so handsome but he already had a wife. As expected, a good man always belongs to someone else! The Red Villa. Deacon parked his luxury Rolls-Royce Phantom on the lawn. From afar he could see the villa was brightly lit at this moment, the door was open, the light inside shone out, and the scene was filled with warmth.

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