Chapter 323 – A Sacrificial Lamb’s Unexpected Marriage

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Deacon laughed hoarsely, curling his thin lips. Oriana blinked her slender eyelids,

“What sport?”

“Practice… the waist!”

What? Oriana momentarily didn’t understand. She doesn’t usually exercise. She’s more likely to do yoga and the like and doesn’t understand men’s strength exercises. Deacon looked at her inexplicable stup idity, pure and incomparable. He kissed her small hand with all his strength, making a gesture,

“Train your waist like this.”

H Oriana’s beautiful face made a

“ding”. Did he just push his cr otch? No matter how stu pid Oriana was, she understood what he meant by

“practice the waist”. He wanted to use this method to train his waistline!

“Deacon, don’t mess around. If you do it again, I won’t forgive you!”

Oriana hastily refused, resolutely reaching out her small arm to push him.

Deacon’s tall and handsome body was motionless, his thin lips covering her ears, h oar sely whispering:

“You really don’t want to practice with me? Recently I’ve been training my waist, I want to practice for you to check!”

11:55 Who would check? Dirty! Oriana began to struggle, her whole body like a bird flying away,

“Deacon, let me go. Grandma and Betty know that I went up, if I don’t come down, Grandma and Betty will judge me, then I’ll really lose face.”

Deacon frowned, and only now did he realize the disadvantages of living with his grandmother, Betty, and that it would always be inconvenient because she was shy. In the past when he was in Los Angeles, he would sometimes take her to a private villa, or to his study, where it was just the two of them. Deacon reached out and pulled her skirt, patiently coaxing:

“Ignore them. Oriana, I miss you.”

Oriana finally realized that everything was fake, Deacon tricked her just to discuss waist training with her.

“Deacon, no, I haven’t showered yet…

“Don’t take a shower, you smell so good.”

“No…”

Oriana relentlessly pushed and resisted, refusing to cooperate. Three minutes later, the man on her body suddenly stopped and didn’t move. Oriana was taken aback. He… Deacon buried his handsome face in her neck, panting, not raising his head. Oriana stared at the bright crystal chandelier overhead with her clear eyes for a moment, then reached out her pinky finger to tease him,

“Didn’t you say… you trained your waist well?”

Deacon felt that this must be the most humiliating moment of his life. He raised his hand and glared at her:

“This time doesn’t count, let’s keep practicing.”

“…I don’t want to!”

Oriana pushed him away and wanted to escape. But Deacon wouldn’t let go, holding her tightly in his arms, his long narrow eyes filled with bloodshot lust, in his eyes full of decadence and dissoluteness after indulging himself, quite seductive. He said,

“Oriana, just then it’s just an accident. Forget it. Give me one more chance, I’ll impress you.”

Oriana saw that he wanted to prove that he had washed his humiliation, and laughed,

“Go and train your waist!TM

“Then I will practice now.”

Deacon lent her a hand. Oriana giggled dodging. The bedroom door was suddenly pushed open, and the old lady and Betty fell inside, the old lady was still scolding:

“Shh! Betty, don’t push me!”

The door suddenly opened, and Oriana’s pupils shrank, she quickly raised her hand to cover her face, shouting loudly:

“Ah!”

Oriana still remembers a joke North told her before. If someone barged in while she was showering, should she cover the top first or the bottom first? She said she would cover her face first. So Oriana now is covering her small face. Deacon didn’t expect that his grandmother and Betty were peeking outside the door. He quickly took the silk blanket over Oriana, covering her small face. He pursed his thin lips, looked sharply and displeased at the two at the door, and asked,

“Grandma, Betty, what are you doing?”

The old lady and Betty fell over, holding hands to steady themselves. Betty quickly slipped away after saying.

“Maybe I have an unwashed bowl. I’ll go wash it first.”

Betty sneaked ahead. Grandma was embarrassed. Faced with Deacon’ anger, she grabbed the corner of her shirt and looked around, asking,

“Where am I now? What am I doing? Who am I? Deacon, Oriana, It turned out to be you guys. When do I get to your room? I can’t see anything. I’ll go!”

After saying that, the old woman hurriedly ran away. Deacon was speechless. This strengthened his mind even more.

When he wants to do something, he has to take Oriana out. Deacon looked at the little ball curled up in the silk blanket and said,

“Oriana, Grandma, and Betty are gone. You can go out now.”

The small ball inside didn’t move. Deacon reached out and pulled the silk blanket away, revealing Oriana’s hand-sized face. Now her beautiful little face was as red as a tomato. She glared at him with shining eyes, then slammed a pillow over his handsome face, exclaiming.

“It’s all your fault. I said no need. No, no. Now that’s fine, everyone knows!”

Deacon didn’t hide, letting the pillow hit his handsome face, and then fell. He coaxed:

“Okay, it’s all my fault. I’m sorry. Don’t be angry.”

“Huh.”

Oriana snorted heavily, ignoring him. Deacon leaned his handsome face closely to her, saying,

“I can make up for it, now… I’ll take you to the bathroom, let’s shower together.”

Η Oriana gasped. She always knew that he was a brazen man, but he was too brazen. Grandma and Betty just left and he wanted to take a bath with her! Oriana kicked him hard,

“I’ll take a shower myself, but I don’t have any clothes. Go back to my room and get some clothes for me!”

Deacon saw that she really didn’t want to, and if she continued like this, he was afraid she would explode. He could only compromise.

“Then I’ll go get you some clothes.”

Deacon left the bedroom. As soon as entering the corridor, he immediately met the old lady who was still waiting for him.

“Deacon,”

the old woman quickly approached Deacon, whispering mysteriously,

“I always suspected something was wrong with your body. Look, I got you, now you can’t deny it. You’re too…quick, aren’t you?…”

There were three black lines on Deacon’ forehead. The old lady really didn’t have anything nice to say. He said,

“Grandma, this is the last time you stand at the door of my room to peek at me. I hope there won’t be a next time!”

The old lady raised her eyebrows excitedly and announced,

“Rest assured, I am a very straightforward person. I understand very well. I know an old doctor who specializes in male diseases, I will go ask him. Tomorrow he will prescribe a prescription. I guarantee you will become a great man in one night!”

“…”

Deacon didn’t want to talk to his grandmother at all. But the old lady stopped him,

“Deacon, you’re already in bed with Oriana, hurry up and propose to her, marry her, and then have a chubby boy or a girl. A girl like Oriana. She will be as beautiful as a porcelain doll.”

Deacon’s eyes instantly darkened. He didn’t know how he and Oriana had gotten divorced, but he knew the answer lay in the other half of his memory. Deacon didn’t want to recover the second half of the memory. Because his heart was against that memory, he forced himself to wake up from the trance. However, with no memories of the second half, he isn’t Mr. Armstead completely, not even Mr.Armstead she loves. Deacon took out his cell phone and sent a text to Dr. Kellerman, saying to resume hypnosis tomorrow afternoon. Early the next morning. Deacon saw Oriana in the living room as he went downstairs. Oriana has woken up very early, and today she will officially appear at the Imperial Medical Forum as Professor Hendrix with Academic D ickson. This is the first time she has appeared in public before the attention of the media. Oriana wore a sweet professional suit today, a beige silk shirt with a pretty bow tie, underneath a pink lace-up skirt. Her jet black hair was tied back into a low ponytail, highlighting her delicate beauty and pretty little face.

Deacon stood upstairs and looked at Oriana, and couldn’t look away for a moment. Oriana was teaching the old lady some simple exercises in the living room. She was holding a small ball and playfully winked,

“Grandma, it’s fun to practice with the ball. I’ll teach you.”

Oriana threw the ball high and puffed her chest. The ball quickly landed on her well-developed curve and slid down. She raised her foot and kicked it into the old woman’s arms. The old woman caught the ball and laughed happily,

“It’s interesting. Come on, Betty. Let’s play together.”

Deacon looked at Oriana. He knew she had good dancing skills, and she could do any dance on her owIL When she was the beauty queen of Watson University, she led the cheerleaders onto the stage, causing everyone to scream and go crazy. Then he stood there and watched her turn all beings. upside down, and he was also the one who worshiped her the most. Now she only moves a few times while teaching his grandmother exercise, but exudes the vitality and playfulness of a girl. Deacon’s gaze drifted over her delicate body. She is the most beautiful.

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