Chapter 140 – A Sacrificial Lamb’s Unexpected Marriage

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Deacon stood quitely and his gaze fell on Bounty’s face.

Bounty was not afraid of Deacon. She was about to inform Oriana about his terrible past before he arrived.

Oriana turned and saw Deacon. She said quickly.

“Mr. Armstead, you’re here. I was searching for you.”

Deacon walked over with a steady pace.

“Oriana, could you please wait for me outside.” Deacon said calmly.

Oriana was afraid that something disastrous might happen between them if she left, so she hesitantly looked at Deacon and tugged at his sleeves with her white fingers.

Deacon curved his lips into a shallow are and muttered to her,

“I just wanna say some words to my aunt. Mrs. Armstead, go ahead and wait for me outside.”

Oriana retracted her hand slowly.

“Okay. I’ll be outside. Don’t keep me waiting.” Oriana turned and walked away.

Deacon and Bounty were now alone in the hall way. There was a strange depressing feeling in the atmosphere.

Bounty’s expression was blank. Deacon was her nephew, so she expected him to respect her. But being at such close distance to Deacon made her panick

“Deacon, I’m certain that you’ve guessed already, I was about telling your dark past to Oriana. I want her to know how terrible you are.”

Deacon raised his legs and moved closer to Bounty.

“Aunt, you shouldn’t mistake my calmness for weakness.”

As he elegantly moved closer to Bounty, Bounty could only move back slowly.

“Deacon, you and I know that your past can’t be hidden for ever. Sooner or later, Oriana will still find out.” Soon Bounty’s back touched the wall, as she placed her hands behind them for support.

The corners of Deacon’s eyes were covered in scarlet, and his lips overflowed with a bloodthirsty sneer,

“Aunt, I’m warning you, do not think that because you’re my aunt, then I’ll let you get away with anything.”

“If you can’t shut your mouth, then I’ll help you shut it!” He added.

Deacon smashed his fist hard into the wall. Bounty’s face turned pale with fright. She quickly covered her face with her hands and let out a scream.

Although Deacon’s fist didn’t hit Bounty’s body, the sound was quite deafening.

Bounty was shocked as she trembled. She had witnessed when Deacon lost his temper. He was a terrible monster!

A fair and slender beautiful hand suddenly reached out and clasped Deacon’s strong arm, and a cold voice sounded directly into Deacon’s ear,

“It’s enough, bro!” Marvin muttered.

Deacon didn’t divert his gaze from Bounty’s face, he glared at her coldly.

“You don’t care about your aunt, your grandma, and even the entire Armstead family. How do you intend on caring for Oriana? She has stupidly believed your words and lies.” Marvin said calmly.

Deacon instantly froze when he heard Oriana’s name being mentioned.

“Oriana likes you very much and has been trying to paint you in the good light. She even declared to the public that she’ll give you two children. Although you’re possessive and manipulative, she still likes you. She is willful and coquettish with you and wants to be by your side every damn second! You should look in the mirror and see how abnormal and terrible you look!” Marvin added angrily.

“I’m certain that you can’t see, but she has done a lot for you. Don’t add to her work! Yes, i like her, I like Oriana, but it’s you that she loves, why can’t you be contented with that! Huh? Why?” Marvin spoke calmly, though his face conveyed rage and anger.

Deacon narrowed his handsome eyes which covered all the haze and scarlet in it. The tense muscles in his body had slowly loosened, and he withdrew his fist.

He took two steps backwards and kept a safe distance from Monica. He turned around and walked away without uttering a word.

Marvin rushed forward and held the paralyzed Bounty.

“Aunt, are you okay?”

“Monster! He’s a monster?” Deacon pointed in the direction where Deacon had went, as she held onto her chest.

Marvin helped Bounty into a room, she sat on the chair and rested her back.

Someone suddenly sneaked out from behind the door, and it was Pamela.

Pamela was here. Infact, she had been there the entire time. She had seen all that happened.

Marvin looked at Pamela Indifferently and asked,

“What did you see?”

“I saw that you like Oriana. I also saw that Deacon is sick and can’t be angered. And his temperament becomes really bad when he sees someone with Oriana.”

Pamela had seen it all. She was jealous that Deacon was fascinated by Oriana, and now Marvin joined the queue. It seemed like Oriana only attracted men of class and value.

However, Pamela was actually stunned by the news of Deacon illness. It turned out that Oriana’s husband was really him.

Pamela looked at Marvin.

“Academician Marvin, I want Marvin, and you want Oriana, how about we work together to bring our dream to actualization?”

“Work together?” Marvin tucked his hands into his pocket and let out a scoff. He was an extremely reserved individual who didn’t allow people into his life.

Pamela’s expression changed. She was certain that Marvin would partner with her, but he had actually refused.

“You have enough information already, if you’re smart, then it’ll be enough for you.” Once Marvin was done speaking, he turned around and left.

Deacon brought Oriana back to the Red Villa. Old Mrs. Samantha had prepared dinner before the duo arrived.

Oriana had a taste of the Pastrami sandwich and mumbled,

“Grandma, this is so good.”

The old lady smiled and said brightly,

“Eat up Olly, you need alot of carbs as your babies might surface soon.”

Oriana knew that she had shot herself on the foot, Grandma must have watched the news. After all, her interview at the hotel was trending on the internet.

“Oriana, here’s a smoothie, go ahead and drink it.” The old lady urged lovingly.

“Thanks grandma, I’ll drink it now.” Oriana responded with a smile.

Deacon let out a low laugh, as he laughed at Oriana. Oriana quickly lifted up her right foot and kicked him from under the table.

“Oriana, let me get you some ice.” Mrs. Samantha excused herself and walked into the kitchen.

As soon as grandma left, Oriana immediately grabbed the big glass to Deacon’s lips.

“Mr. Armstead, there’s too much smoothie. I can’t drink it all. You can secretly help me drink half of

Deacon shook his head and refused.

“This is for women.”

Oriana retorted,

“It takes two to tangle Mr. Armstead. You need to also be healthy in order for us to have healthy kids. So go on and help me drink some.”

Deacon was still adamant and refused drinking the smoothie. Oriana bent her head and rubbed her face against his chest.

“My husband.” She called out sweetly and pouted.

Deacon chuckled at Oriana for calling him her husband, just because of a glass of smoothie.

Deacon lowered his head and drank three–quarter of the smoothie, leaving only a gulp or two for her. Oriana swiftly emptied the remaining content into her mouth. Old Mrs. Samantha walked in with the ice box.

“So, sorry. I had to check out what Maria was doing.” Mrs. Samantha apologized.

Oriana grabbed a serviette and wiped her mouth.

“Grandma, there’s really no need for the ice, I’ve already finished the smoothie!” Oriana announced excitedly.

Mrs. Samantha’s eyes lit up, and she gave Oriana a thumbs up.

“Wow, Oriana, that was fast.”

“Have some water as well my dear, you need to take good care of your body, okay?”

Oriana nodded with a smile,

“Understood, thank you, grandma.”

Oriana grabbed the glass of water and took a sip. She grabbed her sandwich and continued eating from it. She turned to look at Deacon and stretched out her sandwich to him.

Deacon moved backwards and didn’t wanna eat it, but Oriana kept bringing the sandwich closer to his face.

Deacon finally surrendered and took a bite from her sandwich. Oriana twirled her hands happily and smiled at Deacon.

Mr. Henry and Maria stood by the door of the kitchen with smiles on their faces, as they watched the beautiful scene. They had been in the Red Villa for more than six years, and it was recently that the villa began feeling like a home.

Deacon went to the study room to work on some documents. When he returned to the bedroom, Oriana had already fallen asleep on the table.

On the table laid a bright yellow lamp. Oriana was scribbling out the plan for Mrs Robert’s surgery. The white sheet was densely filled with words. The plan had been written successfully.

Deacon walked over to Oriana. Oriana had already taken a shower and her beautiful face was unmasked. Her eyelashes fell like a butterfly wings.

Deacon felt a little guilty. He blamed himself for working overtime, hence the reason why she slept on the table while awaiting him.

Deacon reached out and carried her up. He gently placed her on the big soft bed and covered her with a blanket.

A knock landed on the door, and Mrs. Samantha pushed open the door and said softly,

“Deacon, is Oriana asleep?”

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