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Oriana was trapped in his arms. She knew he could be rude if he had to, she replied softly, “I didn’t mean to.”
“What do you mean by helping me just now? Mrs Armstead, do you have the conscientiousness of a wife? Ain’t it your duty to drive away the flies hovering around your husband?”
Oriana felt that what he said made some sense. “But, how do I know if you’re interested in others? Gabriella just would have been the one to marry you. I’m just a substitute.”
Deacon furrowed his brows and leaned forward, “Did you really say that you aren’t jealous?”
“No..I’m not jealous.”
“I heard that girls need to be coaxed when they’re jealous. Do you want me to coax you?”
“Huh?” Deacon lowered his head and gently kisses her lips. Oriana’s eyes lash shivered.
Deacon swallowed hard and asked, “Are you still jealous?”
Oriana quickly shook her head.
Deacon laughed softly, “I got you. So you really were jealous?”
Oriana realized she had been played into admitting her jealousy. She bit her under lips lightly, then lowered her body and sneaked out from under his arm. And then took to her heels.
Deacon licked his lips and followed her with a chuckle.
Gabriella was perplexed. She was rejected by the man she liked, and humiliated by
Oriana. She angrily walked out of the bar.
A few thugs surrounded Gabriella. They one with a face cap, stared seductively at her and asked, “Beautiful princess, do you want to keep us company?”
Gabriella had been well protected from childhood, she hadn’t encountered such scenario prior. “Help!”
Gabriella’s driver sighted her in danger and hastily ran over. “Hey! Let go of her!“.
The two thugs hastily overthrew the driver and kicked him him severally.
Gabriella felt her body trembling from fright. “Help! Help! Somebody help!
The thugs immediately covered her mouth and dragged her into a dimly lit corner.
Gabriella was unable to speak. She usually hated low status men. She had sworn to only marry from one of the four wealthy families in Los Angeles. To her, the filthy men were not worthy of touching her.
The leader of the gang caressed her face, she felt her blood dry up, as she pleaded for mercy. “Look at her skimpy dress. I’m certain she came here to hook up with men. Why don’t we help you take it off?”
Gabriella had really come to hook up with Deacon. But now that she felt her dress being pulled off, she struggled desperately, tears raining down her face, “No, please!”
“Let her go” A voice sounded.
They punks released her and she fell to the ground. Gabriella’s eyes were hazy with tears and she looked up in shock. The was a handsome face staring down at her.
Her eyes narrowed. She knew Harry, he was the Heaven’s family crown prince.
Harry puffed the cigarette into Gabriella’s face. “Miss Hendrix, this is a little warning to you.
Don’t think about people you shouldn’t think about, so as not to attract trouble.”
After he had finished speaking, he threw the cigarette to the ground and extinguished it with his shoes, “Let’s go.” He muttered and the thugs left with him.
Gabriella sat embarrassed on the ground, as she sobbed. A luxurious car sped past the street. She raised her eyes and sighted the face from the driver’s window. It was Deacon.
At the red Villa, Oriana entered the room. She took out her phone and sent a voice message to North Paulo. “Thank you so very much.”
Being wallowing in the entertainment industry for many years, North Paulo had a lot of connection and a strong public relations team. Usually, if there’s a material that has not yet been exposed, it will be dealt by public relations. The time, the news between
Monica and Mr. Ronald could go virus this quick. It all relied on one person.
North Paulo. North Paulo was Oriana’s best friend. They had been friends since kindergarten.
And when Oriana was sent to the orphanage, North had cried sadly and bade her farewell.
Oriana’s phone feeped indicating a message, “You don’t need to thank me. Don’t worry.
My manager will handle this. Sir Patrick would find nothing.”
North’s voice was particularly nice. The type that would make a man’s bones go numb when heard.
North didn’t just have a beautiful voice, her looks were absolutely gorgeous. As the beauty queen in the city, North debuted in the entertainment industry two years ago, but now, a hot six figure actress she was.
Oriana was touched by North’s help and she asked, “When are you returning to LA?”
North’s voice came in again, a little coquettish. “Are you missing me? I heard that you’ve found a new love. How could you still think of me?”
“New love?” Oriana replied in seconds.
“Calm down Oriana, you’re already panicking!”
Oriana was mute and didn’t know what to say.
“Tell me about the young gigolo you hired” North’s voice came in again.
Sure enough, North was referring to Deacon.
Although North was amongst the most beautiful women in LA, she still liked to gossip.
The door of the room suddenly cracked open. Deacon who was returning from the study, moved in.
Struck with guilt, Oriana who laid on the bed swiftly sat up.
Deacon walked into the room and unbuttoned the two buttons of his black shirt, revealing the beauty of his manliness. He turned to look at Oriana.
With their eyes now fixed are each other, Deacon questioned, “Is something wrong?”
“No, no.” Oriana replied and avoided his gaze.
The beeping sound came in, and Deacon’s eye fell on her phone. “Why don’t you answer that?”
Oriana clicked on the voice message from North, “I can trust your choice. The gigolo you hired, is he handsome? And do he also has a good temperament?”
Hearing North’s ambiguous tone, Oriana pretty face burst into flames, that she almost threw the phone out if her hands.
The next voice note played in succession. “Oriana, remember that we made a promise at the movie that we must find a man with good physical strength.”
Silence engulfed the room.
Oriana tucked her phone into the blanket, desperate for the ground to open and swallow her.
It was okay for girlfriends to discuss such things, but it was embarrassing for the person involved to listen to it
“Um… Mr. Armstead. I’ll go take a shower.” Oriana stood up and quickly ran into the bathroom.
She stood in front of the washstand to get a towel. She felt her so ashamed that she wanted to dip a hole and jump it. She raised her eyes to look at the mirror and found
Deacon was walking towards her.
Oriana looked at him. The tall man stood against the door. Oriana’s eyes quickly trailed down. An expensive leather belt was tied around his waist.
Realizing that she had been led astray by North, Oriana quickly blinked in a bid to control her thoughts. She lifted up her eyes and said to him. “Mr. Armstead, why are you standing over there?
“I think I saw a little pussy cat, meowing in here.” Deacon muttered not taking his gaze away from her. “And the cat was meowing. I wanna have sex.“”
Hearing those words, Oriana turned to around and threw the towel which was in her hands at him. The towel hit his face and fell to the ground.
Deacon let out a sweet laugh. Oriana reached out and closed the door. But his knee were half bent and he pressed against it. “Are you angry?”
Oriana snorted and ignored him.
“I’m going to travel for a business trip, and I’ll be away for some days.”
Oriana lifted her eyes. “Is he really traveling?”
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