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Deacon stared at her watery eyes and there were as though she was about to get angry.
He slowly let go of it.
Oriana took the clothes and quickly closed the door.
Deacon stood by the window smoking a cigarette, the bathroom door opened and Oriana walked out.
She wore a cherry colour long dress with suspenders. The thin shoulder straps hung from her smooth shoulders, her figure was unobstructed.
The dark red colour did justice in beautifying her skin. She looked just beautiful in it.
Oriana’s eyes fell on his handsome face and she gently frowned,
“Why are you smoking again?”
Deacon tuck one hand in his trousers pocket and didn’t say nothing. Oriana walked over and check the injury on his left hand.
“What? Of course it hurts. If you knew that it’ll hurt, why did you say those words to me, when you knew I’d be angered.” Deacon muttered. Oriana let go of his hand and turned to leave.
Deacon grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms. Then he pushed her against the window. He puffed the smoke from his mouth on her small face.
Oriana didn’t expect him to do such. She choked on the smell of the cigarette and coughed.
“Mr. Armstead, what are you doing? Are you done?” Oriana pushed him.
“Who was that woman who answered your call?” Deacon was stunned for a moment, he frowned, “what?”
Oriana snatched the cigarette from his fingertips, and drew a smoke. Following his example, she puffed the smoke on his face.
Deacon’s big hands pinched her soft waist and pushed her back into the wall. He warned in a low voice,
“Speak! Don’t seduce!”
Oriana sneered,
“When it comes to seducing people, I’m far behind Mr. Armstead. While flirting with me, he still went on with his lover at a buisness trip.”
Deacon didn’t quite understand what she she meant.
“Make it clearer.”
“Mr. Armstead, I think that’s enough. But I’ll go ahead and say it because you are shameless. That night while you were away on a buisness trip, I called you, and a woman answered your phone. She said that you were taking a shower!”
Deacon quickly took out his phone from his pocket and went through the call log. She really did call, and the call was answered.
Deacon remembered that his private secretary Andrew, had told him that that night, that the public relations director, Rita had been there.
It was Rita who had answered the call.
Deacon eyes flashed coldly. At this moment, he felt Oriana moving around. He imprisoned her and said,
“Be honest with me!”
“What do you mean? It’s been revealed, so you’re angry?” Oriana looked at him provocatively.
Deacon took the cigarette from her fingertips and threw it into the ashtray.
“Mrs. Armstead, are you jealous?”
Oriana quickly denied it,
“No, I’m not.”
“Who sent me to find another woman over and over again?”
Oriana was speechless. She had thought that if she exposed him that he would be embarrassed, but instead, he turned the situation around…
Oriana had never seen such a scumbag before.
“Deacon, you’re shameless!” Oriana clenched her fist and hit him twice on the chest.
Deacon squinted at the girl who was wriggling in his arms. Deacon pursed his lips. The gloom of the past few days had been swept away, and now, he was in a good mood.
“Mrs. Armstead, look at your stubbornness. Just because my phone was answered you were throwing a tantrum, are you gonna go bunkers if I had sex with someone else?”
Oriana’s movement froze, and she exploded,
“I’m not jealous, I said I’m not jealous!”
Seeing that she was angry, Deacon raised his hand and held her little nose, with a low voice, he said,
“Mrs. Armstead, although you say that you aren’t jealous, but, I still like you being jealous for me.”
Deacon let go of her and said,
“Sleep here tonight.”
With that, he turned around and headed to the door. Oriana quickly stopped him,
“Where are you going?”
This was his room, and it was already late. So where was he going?
Deacon glanced at her,
“Do you want me to sleep with you?”
Oriana’s face reddened. She angrily picked up the pillow on the bed and smashed it into his handsome face.
Deacon furrowed his brows, then walked out of the room.
In the other presidential suite, Deacon took a cold shower and came out wearing a black silk pyjamas.
Raven handed him a glass of red wine,
“I’m still so wondering, how did Oriana changed your mood from gloomy to sunny?”
Deacon took a sip and asked,
“Is it that obvious that I’m happy?”
Raven leaned on the table and muttered,
“You don’t have to even say it out. It’s all evident on your face.”
Deacon admitted that he was in a good mood. Oriana was jealous over a phone call.
Shouldn’t that make him happy? The doorbell rang.
It was Andrew, he had rushed over after Deacon had called him. He carefully observed
Deacon’s face and asked,
“CEO, what’s the matter?”
Deacon sat on the sofa,
“Secretary Andrew, Rita answered my call. Why didn’t you tell me about it?”
Andrew realized that his CEO was all out for the matter. It was just a phone call, he hadn’t taken it to heart.
“CEO, is anything wrong? Did she overhear any secret trade?” Andrew looked frightened.
Raven who sat on the sofa looked at Deacon and said,
“It was just a phone call bro, Oriana’s shouldn’t be mad about it.”
Andrew was stunned, in his impression, his CEO was a mature, handsome and powerful man. His wife shouldn’t be strict…
The doorbell rang again. Andrew quickly went to answer the door.
It was Rita.
As the public relations director, Rita had always dealt with men. She was naturally beautiful and charming, with long wavy hair and a hot body. She was difficult toresist.
Andrew turned back and closed the door, then headed in,
“Sir, Rita is here. She said that she made you some food”
Raven’s lips cracked in a chuckle and he said,
“It’s said that a woman’s sense is the most accurate. It seems that Oriana’s jealousy isn’t random.”
Rita had brought food for Deacon. She was aware that Deacon had been at the bar the past two days. It seemed that she really had eyes for Deacon.
Deacon had never lacked a woman by his side. Rita should have known better, for Deacon had no emotions.
“Hold on.” Deacon suddenly pondered on something.
“Yes, President.”
“Bring in the food, and extend my gratitude to her.”
“Yes, president.” Andrew replied and headed back to the door.
Raven stared at Deacon and said,
“Oriana’s jealousy isn’t enough huh? You still wanna bring Rita closer, are you trying to get Oriana furious?” Deacon leaned his back on the sofa and shook his glass gracefully. He likes to see her jealous. Only when she was jealous, that she showed her shrewdness and tenderness before him.
If Rita hadn’t made her jealous, she would have never opened her heart for him to live in.
Derrick’s and Gabriella’s engagement party was to be held tonight.
Oriana smiled and agreed on gracing the event with her presence. She really had prepared a special gift.
Old Mrs. Samantha walked over to her and said,
“Olly, I have something to tell you. I’ll be going to the church to fast and pray. I might not be back for some days. So, call Deacon and tell him to come home and keep you company tonight.”
“Okay, I understand grandma.”
Mrs. Samantha left and Oriana took out her phone. She actually didn’t want to call Deacon.
After he had left the presidential suite that night. He didn’t return and they hadn’t spoken.
Gabriella was surrounded by many famous family members. She was bathed in admiration and flattery. Her pretty face was dripping with joy.
Gabriella saw Oriana and she quickly stepped forward and said,
“Oriana, you are here? I was worried that you wouldn’t come, and you wouldn’t be able to witness such beautiful moment.”
The famous family members also walked over.
“Gabriella, you really are so kind to have invited her. Oriana used to Sir Derrick’s fiance.
Ain’t you afraid that she would be jealous?” One of the ladies asked.
Gabriella looked at the lady and said angrily.
“Don’t talk about Oriana in such a way. She’s already to be pitied.”
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