Filed To Story: A Sacrificial Lambs Unexpected Marriage
Her little wolf is really smart. Oriana wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his handsome face as a reward. At this moment, Deacon reached out and took something out, and put it around Oriana’s neck. Oriana looked down and saw that it was the One Love diamond necklace he had given her while she was in Los Angeles earlier, and the One Love ring he had given her was still hanging from the necklace. That day, she erased all his memories, took off the necklace, and returned it to him.
Unexpectedly, after going around, these things came back to her. After putting the necklace on her, Deacon’ thin flexible lips fell on her beautiful forehead, giving her an intimate kiss. He said,
“Oriana, these are what my mom left me. In the future, no matter what happens, I won’t let you take them down.”
Oriana’s heart softened. She knew Deacon loved his mother so much, and only in front of her could he strip off all his armor and reveal a man’s weakest point. This necklace and ring is the most precious and beautiful gift she has ever received.
“Okay, I promise you. No matter what happens in the future, I will wear them.”
Deacon kissed her clear eyes, then pulled out a piece of paper and a pen, asking,
“Oriana, what decor and style do you like?”
The two of them lay on the big soft bed, Oriana underneath, half of Deacon’ handsome body on top of hers, holding her in his arms. He drew with a pen, saying,
“This is our bedroom. Beside your closet, there’s a small office for you, okay?”
Oriana asked suspiciously.
“Mr. Armstead, won’t we live here in the future?”
“Yeah, Grandma and Betty are a bit inconvenient here. We’ll move out and visit Grandma often. I’ll take a villa, design and decorate it to build our love nest.”
Oriana’s heart was covered with a layer of sweetness, sweeter than eating honey. Although she thinks it would be great to live with Grandma and Betty, this is her and Mr. Armstead’s home. It belongs to their world, no one can invade and disturb it.
“Then why is my little study in the room? Yours is next door.”
Oriana pursed her red lips and asked. Deacon stroked her little head and replied,
“Because I want to see you when I want to go home. I hope that you will be there everywhere I look.”
Oriana hastily laughed. Her little wolf was pretty clingy. She said,
“Well then…okay.”
“Should the baby’s room be placed in our bedroom or next to the bedroom? I think they should be placed next to each other, so as not to affect married life.”
The baby room? He thought too far. Oriana lowered her slender eyelashes, saying,
“Mr. Armstead, with my current body, it’s impossible to conceive.”
Deacon knows her physical condition. She really can’t get pregnant right now, which is very dangerous for her. Even if she wanted to get pregnant, he wouldn’t allow it.
“I mean, when you recover later, we’ll have a baby,”
Deacon said and kissed her small snow-white ear.
Oriana doesn’t know if she has a future, but she loves children, and having two children for Mr. Armstead has been her lifelong plan. She picked up a pen and paper, and began to draw a small room for babies:
“No, the children’s room will be in our bedroom. In the children’s room, there will be a small cradle, on which hangs a small bell…”
Oriana began building children’s rooms in earnest. Now in the dimly lit room, the woman he loved the most was in his arms talking about their future. Deacon suddenly felt satisfied, wished time was going slower and slower, and tomorrow wouldn’t come. At this point, he didn’t know that this was the last warm moment between him and Oriana.
Deacon looked into her serious eyes. She had just finished her bath, her delicate skin was reddened by an impact, and the fluff on it became crystal clear. How can he let her age? Deacon’s kiss rested on her pink neck, his large hand reaching inside her shirt. While drawing, Oriana realized something was wrong. She stopped writing and looked down. The wrist of his precious steel watch was exposed, and his hand was already inside her shirt…
“Mr. Armstead, what are you doing?”
Oriana immediately wanted to push his big hand away. Deacon took her soft little hand and placed it on the belt around his waist, hoarsely saying,
“Oriana, help me open up.”
“No… You haven’t showered yet…”
“I took a shower at work.”
“…That… It can’t be. Go buy that. Buy a condom.”
Oriana rested her small hands on his chest, resolutely refusing. Deacon looked over at her, his dark eyes heavy, like there was hot lava inside that could melt her. He said,
“Put your hand in my pocket.”
What? Oriana obediently put her little hand in, and just then she touched something, which was a condom. No, there seems to be more than one. There are two, three… seven, eight… Oriana took them all from his pocket and spread them on the bed. How many did he buy? How can he not be ashamed to wear an elegant suit to attend the business elite occasions, but his pants pocket is used to hold… condoms? Oriana’s pretty little face was red like a boiled shrimp. She clenched her fist and hit him twice hard. Deacon didn’t dodge, letting her hit. She was so weak that she could only tickle him anyway. He bent his head to kiss her red lips.
“Oriana, did I tell you?”
asked Deacon.
“What?”
“I love you.”
In the middle of the night, Oriana buried herself in the warm silk blanket and fell asleep, her eyes dark with fatigue. The last two nights he had vehemently done it to her. Deacon covered her with a blanket and then got up to take a shower, and soon he came out in black silk pajamas and stood on the balcony.
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