Chapter 327 – A Sacrificial Lamb’s Unexpected Marriage

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Oriana took her notebook and gracefully walked onto the stage. Her clear and bright eyes calmly looked at the audience, and her clear voice said:

“Hi everyone, I’m Oriana. I’m honored to have the opportunity to share my latest academic paper with you here. What I want to talk about today is the nervous system… Deacon looked at Oriana on stage. Now all the bright spotlights are on her, she’s talking on the stage that belongs to her. Her eyes shined extraordinarily, like stars sparkling in the sky.

Now that all social platforms are updating Oriana’s academic speech at the same time, even the large LCD screen on the commercial street of the Imperial Center is flooded with her beautiful image, and everyone in the whole city stopped to look up at this girl. Now she is shining brightly, and conveying a firm belief. An hour later, the academic lecture ended, and the scene resounded with thunderous applause. The great figures in the medical profession nodded incessantly, full of appreciation for Oriana,

“Unexpectedly, in such a short time, Oriana has made a new discovery in the neural system. This is truly the excellence of youth, and we old people will soon be forgotten.”

“Where did Academic Di ckson receive this disciple? She is a treasure.”

“The 20-year-old Professor Hendrix is really a top performer in Imperial”

Twenty years ago, Imperial was in full swing, because two young girls arrived, one Joyce Brown, the other Anabelle Midas. That year they were crowned at Imperial. Twenty years later, Imperial is alive again, because Oriana arrives. Today she steps onto her own stage, her fame covering the city. Deacon sat down and looked at Oriana, his eyes never leaving hers. He suddenly remembered that this spring she had come to him by train from the countryside, it is winter now. She was by his side for the first year of her life, he watched her grow and blossom. There were so many brilliant people on the scene, they clapped their hands enthusiastically, and many of them excitedly got up from their seats, their eyes filled with admiration. Then someone loudly said:

“Professor Hendrix, your academic speech is so insightful. There are many things I don’t understand. Can I add you as a friend on Facebook and ask you privately?”

The big figures in the medical field quickly spat, laughed, and berated,

“I think asking for advice is fake, adding Facebook is real. Young people today are really unbelievable. They want to ask for Facebook’s address in front of so many people.”

The atmosphere at the scene quickly heated up, and the brilliant people couldn’t take it anymore, eager to communicate with Oriana privately. At this moment, a deep, masculine voice said,

“Professor Hendrix, do you have a boyfriend?”

Standing on the stage, Oriana was a little overwhelmed by the outstanding talent ready to go on a rampage. She doesn’t like to bring her private life on stage. At this moment, Deacon’ familiar voice rang in her ears,

“Professor Hendrix, do you have a boyfriend?”

Oriana lifted her head, her shining eyes fixed on Deacon. He is sitting in the highest position now, with his white square scarf folded in the pocket of his black suit, and his long, proud legs folded elegantly and dignified. His whole body, his every movement exudes the charm of a mature man, like a magnet that makes people unable to take their eyes off him. He casually called her Professor Hendrix. She didn’t know why the ‘Professor Hendrix’ from his mouth always made her feel that he was teasing her. He even asked her in public if she had a boyfriend. The audience’s eyes

“swept”

and gathered, along with gossip. After all, the relationship between Deacon and Oriana had made entertainment headlines and sparked hot spots. Oriana slowly raised her red lips, she nodded to everyone’s eyes,

“Yep, I have a boyfriend.”

“Oh no!”

Those brilliant people wept together. Who? Who took their girl away? A soft ripple quickly appeared in Deacon’ deep narrow eyes, he continued to ask,

“So is your boyfriend here?”

Oriana looked at him.

“Yeah-”

“So have you talked to your boyfriend yet?”

“Yes, I have”

“What have you just said?”

Oriana thought for a moment, and replied,

“He asked me if I talked to my boyfriend, and I said yes to him-”

Deacon raised his heroic eyebrows, thin lips drawing a seductive and cheerful are. She finally gave him an identity.

Whispers sounded. The audience gasped, just now they were caught off guard by a romantic scene. Oriana and Deacon have just publicly confessed their feelings for each other! Why? Those outstanding talents got negative 10,000 points. They felt that they were being cuck olded, the girl they love was embraced by Deacon! The academic forum ended successfully, and the news of Deacon and Oriana openly confessing quickly became the top trending search, followed by a hot search. Oriana came down to the stage, Academic Dic kson took her to talk to some of the directors of the neurology department. When the conversation ended, everyone laughed,

“Academic D ickson, you quickly let her go. President Armstead has been waiting there for a long time.”

“Oriana, you are now a golden flower in our medical industry.

There are many talented people in the medical field, but you have been picked up by Mr. Armstead, an aristocrat in the business world.”

“We the older ones should be more fashionable and give the younger ones more time for dating and romance. Oriana, you can go.”

Oriana raised her eyes and saw Deacon in front of her. There were a few people around Deacon. She didn’t know what they were talking about. Deacon showed no interest, his deep narrow eyes fixed on her. beautiful hand-sized face. Oriana felt sweetness inside as if she had eaten a piece of honey. This is love, isn’t it? Seeing that Oriana was absent-minded, Academic D ickson coughed,

“Oriana, then you go first.”

Oriana shyly waved her small hand,

“Master, goodbye.”

Oriana actually left. Academic D ickson clicked his lips. It’s good to be young. — Deacon carried Oriana out of the hall of the academic forum, and he draped his beige coat over Oriana’s shiny shoulders. Oriana said,

“I’ll do it myself.”

“Don’t move.”

Deacon suddenly grabbed her collar and pulled her forward, and when she fell, he bent his head to kiss her red lips. Now Oriana’s slender body is wrapped in a coat, her small face is forced to look up, her slender eyelashes trembling,

“What’s wrong with you?”

Deacon’ low voice was filled with magnetism, and he whispered to her:

“I wanted to kiss you just now. Don’t move, stand and kiss me for a moment.”

He kissed deeper. Oriana didn’t expect him to kiss her when they were out in the hall. Now his big hand wraps around the back of her head, holding her tight and asking her to kiss him. Oriana’s slender fingers curled slightly, she was defeated by his domineering power. At this point, Deacon slowly let go of her, but his nose still touched her delicate and soft skin. Their breaths intertwine,

“Oriana, I want to confirm. You’re mine now, aren’t you?”

Oriana’s pretty little face blushed, she nodded quickly:

“Yeah, I’m yours. Oriana belongs to Deacon.”

Deacon hastily lowered his beautiful eyes, his protruding apple rolling up and down. He said,

“I’m yours, too. Deacon belongs to Oriana.”

Oriana lifted her red lips and smiled sweetly.

“My little girlfriend, do you have time tonight? I want to invite you to a candlelight dinner.”

Deacon invites. Oriana suddenly remembered something, hastily refusing,

“Tonight I can’t. I promised Grandma that I would come back early to practice with her.”

Deacon let go of her, feeling a little disappointed and jealous. She studied medicine during the day, stayed with his grandmother at night, and didn’t have time to pamper him. Deacon stretched out his strong arms to hug her, he felt himself having to fight for some rights. A crying baby would get milk. He said,

“I need you to practice with me, too. I will come to your room to find you in the evening.”

Deacon took Oriana back to The Red Villa, then he drove to the company. Dr. Kellerman was waiting for him in the president’s office. Deacon lay down on the rattan chair again, and Dr. Kellerman asked:

“President Armstead, are you ready? Now we’re going to start recovering the second half of the memory, it’s too late for you to stop now.”

Deacon closed his eyes, parted his thin lips, and said,

“Let’s begin.”

He wants to recover all his memories. He wants to know all the stories about him and Oriana. The hypnosis officially began, and Deacon had another long dream. If last time his dream was sweet, this time it was painful. All the scenes from the past flashed in his mind. He dreamed of a very unbearable self. His sleep disorder had become extremely had, he became extreme, irritable, gloomy, suspicious, and bloodthirsty. He held Oriana tightly in his hand, but she still slipped through his fingers like fine sand. The image was frozen in the last scene, in that small mountain village, he carefully held three bird eggs to give her, but she ruthlessly smashed the bird’s nest in his hand.

Then he pointed the gun at himself and told her not to leave, but she turned her back, didn’t look back, and walked away. He pulled the trigger, and

“bang…”

Deacon suddenly opened his eyes. He woke up from a dream. At this time, his forehead was covered in a layer of cold sweat, his clothes were soaked with sweat, his chest rose and fell, and his sluggish pupils gradually became condensed. At this time, in his ear came the gentle voice of Dr. Kellerman:

“President Armstead, are you okay? Congratulations, you have recovered all your memories, but are these memories what you want?”

Deacon covered his scarlet eye sockets with his hand, then slowly closed his eyes. The Red Villa. Oriana and the old lady and Betty exercised for an hour, then she went back to her room to shower. When she came out, it was nine o’clock. However, Deacon hasn’t returned yet. He said he would come back to the company. Why is it so late that he hasn’t come back yet? Oriana picked up the cell phone and wanted to call Deacon, but at this moment, there was a

“ding”, and a message from North arrived. Oriana clicked on Messenger. North sent a photo of Deacon. He was in a bar and drinking- He didn’t come back and went to the bar to drink this late? North sent another text,

“Oriana, did you have an argument with Mr. Armstead?”

Oriana replied with a question mark. North:

“Oh, how come Mr. Armstead is here drinking so much? Hurry up and bring him home. The women here are looking at him like a tiger stalking prey, wanting to rush at your Mr. Armstead.”

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