Chapter 350 – A Sacrificial Lamb’s Unexpected Marriage

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Since Oriana held the knife, she could clearly hear the sound of the knife cutting into his flesh. The sudden pain in his chest made Deacon’s face turn pale. He raised his thin lips and leaned down to kiss the tears on her face.

“Oriana, I underestimated you. You are really willing to stab me.”

Oriana muttered with a scoff.

“But you know what? I can’t die in front of you.”

He added and gritted his teeth. Oriana let go of the knife. She withdrew her little hand and fell back on the soft bed. She closed her eyes and cried bitterly, Deacon pulled the knife from his chest and dropped it on the ground. She did not stab him deeply, but the blood seeped out from his white shirt. He straightened up and unbuttoned all the buttons on his shirt. He used his shirt to press on the wound to stop the bleeding. At this moment, a drop of blood fell on Oriana’s face. Deacon lowered his eyes and saw that all the fine lines on Oriana’s face had disappeared, and her beautiful skin was restored. Deacon froze for a moment. He could see that Crystal’s blood was effective. It was just a while ago that she had swallowed the pill, and now, she was fine. Deacon leaned down and kissed her.

“Oriana, you can’t escape from me. You are mine. No one can take you away from me, not even yourself.”

Oriana didn’t know how much time they had spent, but in the midst of the act, she could not hold on anymore, as she was knocked out by Deacon. Oriana opened her eyes in a daze. At this moment, a soft towel wiped her cheek. She looked up and saw that it was Deacon. He was using a towel to help her clean up.

He was naked, and the expensive metal belt around his waist was on the ground. Deacon’s current appearance would make thousands of girls tremble with excitement. He was undeniably sexy. Oriana’s gaze fell on his chest again. There was a bloodstain on his left chest.

He hadn’t treated his wound yet. Oriana cruelly turned her face away. She did not ask about his wounds. She only hated that she had stabbed him too lightly, otherwise, how could he still have the strength to toss her around like he did.

“It hurts… it hurts…”

Oriana mumbled and hugged herself, as she curled up into a ball. Deacon threw the towel in his hand into the bucket beside him. He quickly held her face with his big palm and asked nervously,

“Where does it hurt? It hurts everywhere.”

She replied. There wasn’t a place on her body that didn’t hurt. The pain caused her eyes to redden. She buried her face in the pillow and did not say anything. Deacon stretched out his tongue and licked his dry lips.

“Honey, don’t cry, I’ll wipe you clean first. I’ll ask the female doctor to help you deal with If later…”

Deacon replied tenderly and gently kissed her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I had lost control. You’re a little torn. You might need a few stitches.”

He apologized. Oriana curled up on herself, not uttering a word to him. Deacon squeezed the towel out of the bucket. A man of noble birth like him had never done such a thing before, and he had never served others. Tiny droplets of the water splashed out and landed on her wheat-colored skin. Deacon continued to wipe for her. Oriana suddenly remembered something very important. It had been her dangerous period recently, and she could easily become pregnant. The previous time, she had already reached a consensus with him that she could not get pregnant. He had also handled the matter rationally and maturely. She did not need to worry about it at all. So she had to take all the preventive measures.

“Deacon, I want to take a contraceptive!”

she said weakly. Deacon stood up straight. He held the towel in his hand. He stared at her seductively.

“Okay, I’ll buy it later.”

He replied.

“Go and buy it now!”

She ordered.

“Oriana, if you still have the strength, we can go another round.”

Oriana shivered. She picked up the pillow beside her and smashed it on his handsome face. Deacon did not avoid it. The pillow smashed into his handsome face and fell onto the ground. Deacon pulled the blanket to cover her up. She still did not ask about his wound. He admitted that he felt bad and was very disappointed. But the thought of him planting his imprint on her, gave him some sort of satisfaction. He stood beside the bed. His narrow eyes fell on her pink neck.

“Oriana, go to bed, okay? I’ll go find the necklace and ring.”

Was he looking for the necklace and ring? The jewelries had been thrown into the pond by her. Oriana trembled for a moment, and her little hand clenched into a fist.

“Deacon, don’t look for it. Even if you find it, I will still throw it away. In the future, other men will give me money and I’ll buy myself another diamond jewelry.”

Deacon’s eyes exuded gloom. He stretched out his right foot and kicked the bucket. Then he walked out of the room. With a bang he slammed the door in a bid to vent his displeasure. The room was quiet. Oriana opened her eyes and stared at the crystal chandeller above her head. Her eyes were confused. She knew that what she said had hurt him. The OneLove jewelries were given to him by his mother. But It was better for him to leave. She didn’t want to see him anymore. But why did she still feel hurt? In the middle of the night, it was raining outside. There was no que or barely any car on the street. Deacon came to the pond.

He raised his legs and stepped into the pond. He bent down and groped in the pond in search of the OneLove necklace and ring. She had lost the OneLove, and he had to find it. The torrential rain instantly drenched him. He wore a white shirt which was now wet against his chest. The white shirt was instantly soiled with the blood that seeped out of his wound.

Deacon hadn’t treated the wound in the first place. Due to the fact that the range of the motion was too large, the wound was torn open again.

Soon, his entire white shirt was coloured red.

Deacon continued to relentlessly search for Jewelry. He was certain that he would find it.

Half an hour passed, and he still hadn’t found it.

The mud below was too deep. It was very likely that the jewelry had been thrown into the depth of the mud.

Deacon returned to where he had started the search from, and he searched for the necklace again. It was already early in the morning.

He searched for the jewelries for five good hours under the rain.

His cold and handsome face turned pale. His physical strength was exhausted. The wound on his left chest felt hot and the water in the pond was not clean. He was most likely to get infected.

Deacon was about to give up. When he pulled his hand back, his finger suddenly touched something hard. He quickly grabbed what he had touched in his palm.

He had found it!

Oriana was already asleep. The dim yellow light in the room shone on her beautiful face.

Even the room was filled with her fragrance. Deacon raised his legs and walked in. His cold heart instantly became soft. Oriana had the keys to his heart.

He entered the bathroom, took off his bloody white shirt, and stood went under the shower to take a bath

His handsome face was pale.

After taking a shower, he wore a black silk bathrobe and came out. He lifted the quilt and got in. He stretched out his hand and placed the necklace on Oriana’s neck. And he inserted the ring into her finger.

In her sleep, Oriana suddenly felt a coldness. She slowly opened her eyes and saw two arms wrapped around her. She didn’t have to guess who it was.

Who else could it besides Lu Hanting?

She lowered her eyes and looked at the cold thing on her neck. Her densely combed eyelashes shivered.

It was the jewelries she had thrown into the pond!

He actually found it!

A while ago, he slammed the door and left. He didn’t really leave in anger, but went out to find the jewelries.

Oriana’s heart ached, and her eyes became watery.

At this moment, a kiss landed on her face. Deacon said hoarsely,

“Put on the Onelove. If you dare to lose it in the future, I’ll punish you severely.”

Oriana moved, trying to break free from his embrace.

But Deacon wrapped his strong arms around her and tightly hugged her.

“It seems you still have some strength left, should we go another round?”

Hearing his threat, Oriana’s body instantly froze.

Deacon pressed her down and kissed her cheek for a while. Then, he lifted her gown with his rough fingers and asked,

“Should we go again?”

Oriana opened her mouth and bit his arm.

Deacon was in pain, but he smiled softly.

“You’re still angry, right? Sorry mama.”

As he spoke, he buried his head in her neck.

“Oriana, I’m a little tired, let me sleep for a while.”

Deacon’s muttered tiredly.

Holding onto Oriana’s soft body in his arms, Deacon closed his eyes as he sniffed Oriana’s faint fragrance.

Soon, he fell asleep..

Oriana heard his shallow breathing. She couldn’t believe that he had fallen asleep.

Did he plan to spend the night with her?

Oriana moved her body. Deacon groaned and mumbled,

“Be still, Oriana.”

Deacon was too tired. It was already carly in the morning, and it would soon be dawn. He wanted to sleep for a while, but he was afraid that she would escape. Only by holding her tightly could he feel safe.

He was so afraid that as soon as he closed his eyes, she would be gone.

Oriana’s heart was intertwined with shame and resentment, as well as a touch of grievance and powerlessness.

Her body was pulled into his embrace, and Deacon’s charming masculinity enveloped her, trapping her like a dense web, as if she could not break free.

Maybe she really couldn’t break free from his grip.

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