Chapter 101 – A Sacrificial Lamb’s Unexpected Marriage

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“Yes, it is delicious.” Deacon nodded.

Oriana took some spoon as well. Then she held the chicken thigh to his mo uth.

“Hey, open up. You need to replenish your strength.”

Deacon furrowed his brows and let out a laugh. He lowered his voice and questioned,

“Why do you want to replenish my strength? Do you need me to work tonight?”

“Eat, will you? You’re more cute if your don’t talk!” Oriana stuffed the chicken leg into his mou th, stopping him from speaking further.

Deacon smiled and took a bite from the chicken thigh. He went on to feed her with it.

They both fed each other untill they were satisfied.

“Mrs. Armstead, she’ll we go home?” Deacon inquired the moment they had finished the food.

“I have some work to do here later tonight. Going home and then returning, seems like a task. How about you sleep here with me tonight?

“Where do you sleep?”

“I’m currently a full-time student of this school. I do have my own dormitory. It’s right there. “Oriana pointed at a door with her eyes.

Deacon reached out and pulled her into his arms.

“Then let’s go to bed now.”

In the dormitory.

Deacon and Oriana took their baths briefly, before lying on the bed. Deacon leaned on the head of the bed and Oriana lay obediently in his embrace.

“Mr. Armstead, can you tell me now why you’re unhappy?”Oriana inquired.

Deacon patted her head with his hands.

“My aunt arrived LA tonight. And she came to the Villa to visit grandma.”

Oriana quickly raised her head and looked at him,

“Your aunt? So, Mr. Armstead purposefully didn’t take me home. You had lied that you wanted going to get a document.” Oriana clenched her fist and punched his chest twice.

Deacon grabbed her fist and said,

“My aunt mocks you. She said that you only graduated from high school. And she’s planning on introducing my brother to a talented medical girl. It seems like my aunt really do like the girl.”

Realizing that she was mocked because she only graduated from high-school, Oriana bit her red lips and forcefully withdrew her fist. She turned angrily and slept with her back facing him.

“I’ll ignore you. You’re all bad people.”

Looking at her slender figure, Deacon turned to her side, his thin lips fell on her earlobe, and he smiled softly.

“You’re angry? Why don’t I take this chance tonight and let you see how bad I am?”

Deacon’s big hand landed on her flat stomach, trying to get in through the corner of her shirt.

Oriana was so frightened that she quickly held down his big hand.

“Mr. Armstead, don’t mess around!”

Deacon kissed her bright and clean face.

Deacon stopped her. He hugged her from behind and his low and obscure voice sounded in her ear,

“My mother and my stepmother are actually sisters. To be precise, my stepmother, Lily, is the eldest daughter of the Midas family, and my mother is only an illegitimate daughter.”

“Not only that, my mother had lived Lily’s life. Lily was s ic k and bedridden. My mother took up the roles of two daughters, and was admired by the public.” Deacon paused and let out a sigh.

“My mother was really talented. She was a unique jewelry designer. At the age of eighteen, she created a classic jewelry piece for the younger and older generation.”

“Sometimes, fate has a way of playing with us. My mother and Lily were born on the same day. The entire city knew that the Midas family had a daughter, and unfortunately for my mother, it was only Lily that the public knew.”

It was the first time of Deacon telling Oriana about his mother.

Deacon’s mother, Anabelle, was the one who created the jewelry brand, but it was Lily, who took the entire glory.

“Mr. Armstead, didn’t your mother have a strong personality?”

Oriana vividly remembered that Deacon had told her about when his mother had cut open her stomach to take out the baby.

Deacon’s handsome facial features slowly softened. He whispered,

“No, my mother is very gentle. She has a tender personality, like that of a child. And she’s very indifferent. But she was a shadow of Lily, the only friend she ever had was that old friend.”

“Oh.” Oriana deliberately raised her voice and muttered a bit jealously,

“I remember. That’s the mother of your bride!”

Deacon’s powerful fingers pressed her smooth shoulder back, and her bright eyes met his dark and narrow eyes.

Oriana’s heart skipped a beat when she stared into his eyes. She reached out and grabbed his index finger.

The scene seemed to have been replayed from twenty years ago, when Deacon had first met Oriana. Oriana was still a baby. She was a glutinous dumpling.

In the baby’s room, Joyce was pretty and elegant. She didn’t know what was happening, but Anabelle’s beautiful and sad eyes slowly overflowed with a smile.

Deacon stood by the cradle. Anabelle had walked over and stroke his head gently.

“Deacon, this will be your wife in the future.”

In the cradle, Oriana stared at him with her big eyes. She waved her hands and tugged at his index finger. She held on tightly, not wanting to let go.

Oriana had grinned. Deacon’s handsome face suddenly reddened as he turned around and went back to his room.

When he was leaving, he heard Joyce’s beautiful voice conversing with Anabelle.

“This is the first time I’ve since seen Deacon smile.”

Deacon didn’t know that the girl underneath him was betrothed to him. Oriana stared at Deacon provocatively.

“Thank me for helping you relieve your dreams.

Deacon realized that whenever he made mentioned of his bride, that Oriana would be jealous. But he loved the way she was jealous.

“Mrs. Armstead, your skin is itchy again, isn’t it?” His fingers landed on the buttons of her pajamas, intending to unbutton them.

Oriana knocked off his restless hand and pushed him away, attempting to run away.

“Mr. Armstead, don’t mess around!”

Deacon grabbed her ankle and pulled her back. They both rolled on the bed, as Oriana struggled to free herself. The wooden bed made a creaking sound.

A cough suddenly sounded from the next door. Oriana stiffened and quickly stopped moving. She had forgotten that she was at the dormitory, and the sound emanating from the bed, could pass a wrong message.

Oriana’s face reddened in s hame, as she was certain that the students in the next wrong must have misunderstood, and passed a wrong judgement. She covered her face with both of her hands in s hame.

Deacon grabbed Oriana and hugged her tightly. Oriana hammered him hard and muttered,

“It’s all your fault.”

Deacon raised his lips and replied,

“What are you afraid of? Is there anyone who doesn’t know that the man in your room is me? It’s legal for us to share the same bed.”

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Oriana didn’t want to continue conversing with the s ham less Deacon. So she changed the subject.

“What’s wrong with your aunt? Why doesn’t she like you?”

“A woman like my mother had many admirers, and my uncle was amongst them.”

“What?” Oriana was speechless. “Then what happened? What’s the story between your mother and father. And also with your stepmother, Lily?” Oriana questioned interestedly, as she was ready to gossip.

Oriana was convinced that Deacon had just told her the surface of the story, and had not dived into the exciting part.

Deacon rolled over and pinned her wrist above her head. Then he unbuttoned her pyjamas.

“I’ve chatted with you long enough. It’s time for us to turn off the lights.”

Oriana felt her buttons being unbuttoned. Her skin felt a little cold when the breeze touched it. She wanted to struggle, but she found out that she was imprisoned by him and could not move.

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