Chapter 153 – A Sacrificial Lamb’s Unexpected Marriage

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Deacon’s eyes widened. Before he could give it another thought, he opened the car door and ran. towards her.

When the scooter was about to hit Oriana, a lady who was passing by reached out and pulled Oriana away from the road.

“Girl, be careful.” The lady warned.

The scooter drove away, and Oriana stood by the side of the road.

Deacon halted on his track. Just now, his heart was about to fail. His fine chest heaved heavily. He stared at Oriana, afraid that something would have happened to her right before him.

Although deeply concerned, Deacon didn’t dare to move further, he stood away from her and watched her.

“Thank you, ma’am.” Oriana’s face was full of gratitude. She probably guessed what had happened. and thanked the lady immensely.

The well-meaning lady shook her head, and didn’t forget to scold her,

“Girl, this is a road. There are cars passing here. It’s way too dangerous to stand here. If you slow down while crossing, you’ll be knocked over.”

“I know, ma’am. I really didn’t mean to stand in the road, I just can’t see anymore.”

Deacon’s body went numb. Her last sentence echoed in his ears.

Her sight was gone.

Deacon stepped forward and walked over to Oriana.

Oriana’s pair of pupils were still clear and bright, but her eyes had lost recognition of colours.

She really couldn’t see!

How could she not see?

Could it be as a result of the poison?”

Deacon froze, his eyes became deep and narrow.

“What? How the heck will you return home if you can’t see? Have you called your family to come pick you up?” The kind lady inquired.

Oriana nodded gently.

“Well, I’ve called my husband. My husband will come pick me up soon. Thank you, ma’am. You can go ahead. I’ll be home soon.”

The lady didn’t expect Oriana to be married.

“Okay, fine. Then sit here and await your husband. There’s a traffic light before you. Don’t move from here.”

“Thank you.” Oriana mumbled.

The lady turned and walked away. Oriana turned her head to the direction where the lady headed.

Although she still couldn’t see anything, after a while, she stood up and walked forward.

“The light is green, let’s go.” Someone urged Oriana to cross the road alongside the crowd.

Deacon followed behind her, staying few steps away from her. He had already exhausted all the restraint in his heart.

He couldn’t bear to imagine what she was thinking. How panicked and afraid she was.

Deacon looked at Oriana from behind. Oriana didn’t know how many seconds were left for the green light to change, thus she was very fast, but also afraid of falling, hence her steps seemed to be very cautious.

Deacon’s hands clenched into a fist. He really wanted to go up and hug her. However, he could not.

Feeling that she had reached the end of the road, Oriana suddenly stopped and turned around.

Deacon did not expect her to suddenly turn around, so he froze.

Oriana’s unfocused eyes looked over and landed exactly in his direction. Her eyes suddenly glowed, and she asked,

“Mr. Armstead, is that you?”

For a moment, Deacon almost thought that she had seen him.

“Mr. Armstead, I seem to hear your footsteps. You seem to have been following me, you’re here, right? Is that you?”

Deacon’s heart clenched fiercely. He had never imagined to meet a girl as soft and waxy like Oriana.

The red light was already on, but there were no vehicle coming at the four-way intersection.

Everyone stuck their heads out of their car and looked at the man and woman who stood on the sidewalk.

“That looks like president Armstead.”

“It really is Mr. Armstead, and Mrs. Armstead. The drivers muttered surprisingly.

The neon lights in the bustling city were like stars which dotted in the sky. The night breeze was blowing. The entire city seemed to be quiet because of them.

Oriana slowly raised her white hand and stretched it forward. She really felt that Mr. Armstead was before her.

Deacon watched her little hand move closer to him, a little more closer and was almost touching him.

All of Deacon’s psychological defenses were completely shattered. Deacon’s fists slowly loosened. He reached out to hug her into his arms.

But another hand was faster than him. Marvin had arrived.

Marvin grabbed Oriana’s wrist.

“Oriana, it’s me.”

Oriana’s eyelashes trembled, and the radiance in her eyes extinguished in an instant.

Marvin took Oriana to the Red Villa he watched her enter inside the villa. When Marvin turned around, a big hand grabbed his collar. Deacon was before him.

“What’s wrong with her? Didn’t you say that she was poisoned? Why is she blind?” Deacon’s deep and h oa rse voice inquired.

Marvin’s cold black eyes landed on Deacon’s raging face.

“I just found out that she’s blind. She wouldn’t have told anyone that it was caused by the flower’s poison.”

Deacon’s eyes were scarlet. He gritted his teeth, and the veins on his palm throbbed violently.

“How can I save her? She must be very scared now.”

“There’s currently no cure for the flower’s poison. Oriana would have considered that before trying to refine the medicine for you. I want to take her to the Imperial as soon as possible, before her health deteriorate. So, you do know what to do, right?” Marvin pushed him away and walked away.

Oriana returned to the bedroom. Her blindness didn’t last long, as she had regained her sight the moment she entered the room.

With a click, the bedroom door was pushed open. Deacon tall body leaped into view.

“Mr. Armstead, you’re back!” Oriana troted over, her eyebrows were filled with a hint of joy. He hadn’t returned home for several nights.

Deacon looked at her. Her clear eyes had regained sight, and she was able to see again.

He nodded.

“Yes.”

“Have you eaten dinner?” Oriana reached out and hugged his sturdy waist.

Deacon stood quietly. His body softened when her small hand wrapped around his waist. He haven’t returned home for days. They hadn’t made up for a while now.

Oriana’s body was close to him, and she looked at him, as she patiently awaited his answer.

Deacon’s replied calmly,

“Yes, I’ve eaten.”

“Oh.” Oriana bit her red lips and said softly,

“I went to hospital to see Pamela today. Pamela showed me a video. I know that you didn’t do anything with her. Pamela just took the video just to show to me. But Mr. Armstead, why were you lying on the same bed with her? I think you owe me an explanation.”

Deacon frowned slightly. He guessed when Pamela had taken the photo. It had to be the night that he had mistook her for Oriana.

Deacon wanted to explain himself, but he quickly restrained himself. He should do what he had to.

He raised his hand and unbuttoned a button on his black shirt. His voice was cold and ruthless.

“Mr. Armstead, men are tired from working all day to make money. When they return home, they want to have some peace and not deal with vexatious troubles like yours.”

Deacon reached out and pushed her away, then walked over to the window.

Oriana looked at him, her clear eyes conveying a bit of hurt. Before, Mr. Armstead was not like this. But now, he discharged her with impatience.

Oriana’s eyes turned red as she slowly took out her pajamas.

“Then I’ll go take a shower.” Oriana entered into the bathroom.

Deacon stood by the window and smoked. Soon, a layer of cigarette butts fell into the ashtray.

The bathroom door opened, and a steaming scent accompanied Oriana.

Deacon took a deep pull from the cigarette, and let out a puff.

“Go to bed, I’ll go to the study room.”

Deacon turned around and made to leave the room. But he swiftly halted, and his eyes fell on Oriana.

Oriana had taken off her mask, revealing her beautiful palm-sized face. She was wearing a silk nightgown with a suspender style. Oriana was like a rose with crystal dewdrops.

Deacon froze. Oriana had always been conservative and reserved. The style of her pajamas often didn’t reveal her arms or legs. She knew Deacon’s character and was afraid that he would mess around..

It was the first time he had seen her dressed like this. If he remembered correctly, this was his favorite taste.

When she saw Deacon’s gaze on her, she stepped forward and stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips.

Deacon’s eyes darkened, and he asked h oar se ly.

“Why are you dressed this way?”

Oriana kissed him again, placing soft kisses on his face.

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