Chapter 148 – A Sacrificial Lamb’s Unexpected Marriage

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“You don’t have to slander me!”

Deacon looked at her reddened eyes. He knew that he became extremely jealous ever he saw her with another man, hence the reason why he had to push her away for his sanity

“There are many ways to please a man, how do I know if you’ve ever pleased Marvin? Your mask was taken off and you didn’t even know, who knows what you two could have done when you were…

Before he could complete his sentence, Oriana raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face.

The cigarette between his fingers were burning close to his fingers, but he felt no pain at all.

Oriana raised her hand and touched his face.

“Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you.”

Deacon looked at her face, her eyes were watery, but she blinked severally, preventing the tears from falling.

Oriana stretched out her arms and wrapped around his waist. She pressed her face on his chest and muttered,

“Mr. Armstead, I’m so cold. Please hug me, okay?”

The cigarette fell from his fingertips, and his two big hands were hanging by his side. He could already feel her cold body temperature.

Deacon raised his hands, but they froze mid–air.

“Mr. Armstead, I’m really not feeling too well, why should we be talking about divorce now? Please just hold me, I’m feeling a little dizzy.” Oriana hugged tightly to his waist. But she still didn’t get a response from Deacon.

Oriana raised her eyes and looked at him, before she could say another word, he had pushed her away from his arms.

Oriana lost her balance and fell on the soft carpet. Once she fell to the ground, she moaned and looked at Deacon.

Deacon stared back at her, his long and narrow eyes were bloodshot. He twitched his lips and his cruel and hoarse voice sounded.

“Reserve a little dignity for yourself, and don’t pester me any further. The divorce papers will arrive soon, endeavor to sign it.”

Deacon turned and walked away.

Oriana heard his footsteps moving away. He left the Red Villa so late, and would not return.

Oriana closed her eyes, and she opened them again, she could only see darkness. Oriana had begun losing her sight.

Oriana reached out and searched for a silver needle on the table. Once she got a hold of it, she didn’t hesitate as she had pushed the needle into her acupuncture point, as she tried to extract the poison out of her body.

The poison was so severe that the acupuncture point scaling did nothing to her body. Oriana curled herself beside the bed, then reached out and hugged her both knees.

Oriana still didn’t believe that Deacon would divorce her. She would not divorce him!

However, the poison was very strong. The last formula still wasn’t unlocked, and her Mr. Armstead could not be saved. The poison had also invaded her blood, causing her to almost lose her sight.

If she finally became blind, how will she cure and treat people?

Oriana felt extremely cold. She only had a thin pyjamas on her body.

She missed Deacon’s warm embrace. Oriana really wished that he was by her side.

Oriana lowered her head and buried her pale face into her knee. Her lashes shivered, and tears rolled down from her eyes.

In the luxurious room in KissLand bar, Deacon sat on the sofa with a bottle of wine in his hand. There were lots of empty wine bottles on the table before him.

Harry walked into the room.

“Da mn it, bro, why are you drinking so much alcohol?”

Deacon glanced at Harry, his handsome brows overflowing with a decadent and h oar se smile,

“I’m about to get a divorce. I’m ready to return to singlehood.”

“Wait, what? The whole of LA knows that you like Oriana so much. Why are you suddenly considering divorce?” Harry questioned shockingly.

Harry moved closer and sat on the sofa opposite Deacon.

“But bro, if we’re being honest here, your marriage with Oriana will definitely not count to your father. The woman that your father wants you to marry is Crystal Robert, the daughter of the richest man in Imperial. Crystal has been awaiting you. So, if you’ve had enough fun already in LA, you can return to the Imperial and inherit your father’s huge buisness empires, and also marry Crystal.”

Deacon face was devoid of emotion. He just continued drinking.

“Bro, isn’t it boring to drink alone? We have very beautiful girls here. I’ll call some to come drink with you.

Deacon glared at Harry and ordered,

“Get out!”

Harry felt that Deacon was really a different individual. When most people visited the bar, they would request for beautiful women. But in Deacon’s case, he just wanted to be alone.

However, Harry did not dare to provoke Deacon, so he quickly walked out.

Deacon continued drinking from his glass of wine. The door of the luxury room was pushed open, and a figure walked in. It was Pamela.

Some days back. Pamela was extremely humiliated, so she had stayed low-key since then. But whilst at her exile, she was brewing something massive.

Pamela walked in and moved to Deacon’s side.

“Mr. Armstead.” She called out softly.

Deacon was drunk and did not respond..

“Mr. Armstead, I’ll take you back to your room.” Pamela supported Deacon and helped him out of the luxurious room to his presidential suite.

In the presidential suite, Pamela placed Deacon on the big soft bed. She stared at Deacon’s handsome and mature facial features with admiration. She reached out and unbuttoned Deacon’s shirt.

Once she was halfway through unbuttoning his shirt, Pamela’s face reddened, and her heartbeat accelerated.

Just as she was about unbuttoning the last button, a large hand suddenly pulled her over and grabbed her into his arm.

Pamela’s breathing became heavy. When she looked up, Deacon had slowly opened his eyes, and his drunk eyes fell on her face.

Everytime she looked at Deacon, Pamela felt afraid and nervous. Deacon was a wealthy and powerful man.

“Deacon…” Pamela was so frightened that she stumbled.

Deacon reached out and pulled her directly into his arms. Pamela quickly fell into his embrace. The clean scent of Deacon was mixed with a faint smell of alcohol and tobacco.

Pamela’s entire body softened. It was like a dream come through to her. Pamela had fantasized being in Deacon’s arms from the first day she had set her eyes on him.

“Mr. Armstead.” Pamela called out tenderly.

Deacon held her in his arms. He murmured Oriana’s name continuously, and the smile on Pamela’s face vanished. It turned out that Deacon mistook her for Oriana.

Irregardless, Pamela knew that it was a rare opportunity, and she wouldn’t miss it.

Pamela’s hand slid down to his waist.

“Mr. Armstead, you’re drunk. I’ll help you take off your clothes.

Deacon didn’t refuse. He buried his handsome face in Pamela’s long hair.

In split seconds, Deacon eyes fluttered open. Pamela fell on the bed, as her face was covered with embarrassment.

Deacon quickly stood up and got out of the bed. He looked down at her coldly.”

“Pamela, who allowed you in? Are you tired of living?”

Pamela’s body went numb. She looked at Deacon’s terrifying face and muttered.

“Mr. Armstead, you were drunk. I helped brought you here. You mistook me for Oriana.

The tipsiness that Deacon felt earlier had instantly disappeared from his eyes.

A while ago, he was really drunk and had mistook Pamela for Oriana. But when he buried his face int Pamela’s long hair, the scent that greeted him was not Oriana’s sweet fragrance, but an artificial fragrance, and he was instantly awakened.

She was not his Oriana!

With the thought of him pulling Pamela into his arms, Deacon felt really uncomfortable and wanted to take a bath right away.

“Get out, and don’t let me see you again!” Deacon swiftly entered into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Deacon took off his black shirt. His shirt was already strained with Pamela’s scent. A strand of her hair was even on his shirt.

Deacon threw the black shirt into the trash can, then he turned on the shower, and the cold water flowed down from his head.

He scrubbed himself multiple times, but no matter how much he washed, he couldn’t wash away the disgust in his heart.

Deacon shut his eyes and Oriana’s soft voice sounded in his ears. Deacon rinsed himself and was a little impatient and flustered.

Deacon suddenly halted.

What was he doing?

Didn’t he want to get a divorce? Didn’t he want to push her away?

Deacon closed his eyes and allowed the cold water flow down his body. His mind was filled with thoughts about Oriana.

“How is she now? Is she feeling better?” Deacon wondered.

…must hate him to death. She must not want him anymore. She will leave him soon, right?

She would sign the divorce papers, wouldn’t she?

Deacon let out a breathe. He felt like a knife was deeply inserted into heart, all he felt was pain.

Oriana was the girl he loved with his entire heart. But she was also the girl who loved him with all her heart and was ready to hurt herself just to save him. In order for him to prevent her from hurting herself in the future on his behalf, he had to take initiative and push him away.

He really wanted to cure his disease, but not at the cost of her life.

Her life was just starting. In the future, she would meet someone better than him, and she would be happy.

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