Chapter 322 – A Sacrificial Lamb’s Unexpected Marriage

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“Here.”

Deacon took out something and gave it to her. Oriana looked down and saw a big red apple in his hand. She looked at him in surprise, asking,

“Did you call me to give me an apple?”

“Don’t you want to eat apples on Christmas Eve? This is yours.”

Oriana took the apple with her small hand,

“Thank you.”

“Take a bite to see if it’s sweet.”

He whispered.

Now his hard chest was in front of the door panel and hers. He was so tall, blocking her light. Their bodies pressed together. He stared at her hotly, wanting her to take a bite of an apple.

Oriana bowed her head and took a bite of an apple.

“Is it sweet?”

Oriana nodded,

“Yes, it is. I’ll give you a bite.”

Oriana brought the apple to his lips. Deacon didn’t eat, his long fingers threading through her hair cupping her cheeks, then he kissed her red lips. Her lips were fragrant and sweet, with the sweet juice of apples. Oriana didn’t expect that he would kiss her. As she froze, he wrapped his free arm around her slender waist and lifted her up. Oriana couldn’t hold the apple firmly, and with a

“pop”, the apple fell to the ground.

“My apple!”

At this point, Deacon tightened his grip on her arms, mercilessly wrapped around her soft, easily broken waist. His low, h oar se voice covered her ears,

“Forget the apple, wrap your legs around my waist.”

Oriana shivered,

“Deacon, you didn’t ask me to come up and give me an apple. I thought you were so nice…”

Deacon hissed, interrupting her again,

“Hurry, my arm hurts.”

She couldn’t get past the excuse about his arm, hastily reached out her small arms to wrap around his neck, and her slender legs wrapped around his solid waist, but this pose… was so shady. Oriana raised her clear eyes to look at him expectantly, only to see Deacon’s narrow, deep, dark eyes in the light of the lamp, burning with passion inside, like molten liquid about to melt her. He acted very strangely tonight, as if stimulated by something, extremely excited.

“Deacon, what’s wrong with you?”

Oriana asked. Deacon slowly raised his right hand and stretched his slender index finger in front of her. The movement was silent, waiting for her reaction. Oriana looked at this slender index finger, then raised her soft little hand, gently grasped his index finger, and pulled his index finger into her soft palm.

Two faint red flames jumped out from the bottom of Deacon’s eyes, his muscles tensed, he couldn’t contain the turmoil in his heart, his thin lips moved, h oar se low voice said:

“Mrs. Armstead.”

Mrs. Armstead. After such a long time, Oriana heard a familiar voice calling Mrs. Armstead. He called her Mrs. Armstead! Oriana’s pupils contracted and enlarged,

“Deacon, you.. Deacon didn’t want to scare her. His memory was incomplete, he didn’t want to tell her. He pursed his lips,

“You’re my little bride, aren’t you, Oriana?”

Twenty years ago, the little girl who had just been born, clutching his index finger, smiling sweetly at him, was her. Twenty years later, she entered The Red Villa and became his Mrs. Armstead. The pearly pink baby face carved in his mind overlapped the pretty little face in front of him. Just now, Oriana thought he had regained his memory, but now she discovers that he is talking about his childhood. She couldn’t remember clearly, but he still remembered after all these years.

“Oriana,”

Deacon frowned and kissed her fragrant forehead softly, his hard body pressed against hers, pressing hard, his aching heart unbearable and he wanted to share it with her. He could only say one more time in the end,

“You’re mine. You were born to be mine. Here, you’ve taken all the space, you know that?”

Deacon took her small hand, placing it over his heart. Through the thin fabric, she could clearly feel the beat of his heart, over and over again, strong and full of life. Her palm was numb from shock. Oriana also felt that under her soft palm, his muscles were as hard as iron. He said she filled his heart. At this moment, his heart beat furiously for her. Oriana’s whole body was soft. In front of her was the man she liked and loved deeply. To be lugged by him like this, and to hear his sweet words of love, no girl could refuse. Oriana bit her red lips, used her small hands to hug his neck, then actively bit his thin lips.

Deacon placed his large hands on her shiny shoulders and suddenly shoved her into the door. Oriana looked at him bewildered,

“What’s wrong with you?”

Deacon took out something and directly covered her face. Oriana’s heart ski pped a beat. It was a veil. He… Deacon didn’t give her a chance to think, because the next second he was kissing her hard, kissing her bright red lips through the veil. Oriana didn’t know why he was so agitated. He kissed like a storm. Oriana’s breath was taken away in an instant. She felt like a boat floating on the sea, she could only use her strength to cling to him, so as not to sink.

The current posture was very difficult. Oriana couldn’t stand on the ground with both feet. Her legs wrapped around his slim waist. He kissed her so fiercely, as if he were about to eat her alive, Oriana could only instinctively pull her legs together and clung to him. At this moment, Deacon felt that his waist was slowly tightening, he left her red lips, buried his handsome face in her long hair, and said in a deep voice:

“Why so tightly?”

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Oriana hastily placed two small hands on his stiff shoulders, pushing him away:

“Then put me down. Your hands don’t hurt anymore?”

After saying that, Oriana pinched his right arm. The muscles on his arm were very strong, full of manly aura, and didn’t look like a disability at all.

“Deacon, you’re not lying to me, are you? Have you been doing rehab lately? I think your right arm is okay!”

Deacon knew that his lie had heen exposed. He had been in rehabilitation training for a long time. A man who lost his right arm won’t even be able to hug her in the future. So he worked hard, and the recovery effect was very good. His hand had returned to the level of a normal person.

“You’ll see if my arm is good or not,”

Deacon said. Then he directly reached out his right arm to pick her up, carrying her out. Oriana was taken aback. Now he is hugging her with one arm like a baby. She was a 90-pound girl, but he easily took her into his arms and strutted her into the room, that’s the maximum boyfriend’s strength. Oriana punched him with her fist.

“What are you doing? Put me down first.”

Deacon used his arm to throw her, her slender body falling onto the soft bed. Oriana’s pupils constricted. They argued again, but arguing in bed would be very dangerous, Oriana tugged at the blanket with both hands and rushed up, wanting to run away. But Deacon was the first to sense her motives, he pinched her slender ankles and pulled her back, pulling her under him.

“Deacon, what the hell are you going to do?”

Oriana struggled twice, staring at the pink sandals on her feet. Deacon climbed onto the bed, imprisoning her impassively, placing his recovered right arm on the side of her head, the other behind her back, saying,

“Let’s do one-handed push-ups together.”

One-handed push-ups? Oriana blushed,

“No. If you want to exercise then do it. I’ll go first.”

“No. Others say one-arm push-ups need men and women to practice together. At that time I thought of you, and always wanted to find a chance to practice with you.”

“I won’t…”

“Don’t move, watch me.”

Having said that, Deacon started one-arm push-ups. Oriana felt that Deacon was a terrible man. His belt was tied loosely, but now when he does push-ups, most of his chest is exposed. Below his chest were his six-pack abs and a perfect mermaid line.

The mermaid line sank into his panties. Oriana didn’t mean to peek, but she did see the black panties he was wearing. A man who used to be so handsome and decent is now extravagant, s exy, and… bored, almost deadly seductive. Oriana’s slender eyelashes trembled in terror, and now her red lips rose slightly, it turned out that he had kissed her.

When he did push-ups, he went up and down, leaving her red lips as he went up and kissing her as he came down. Oriana’s little head exploded with a bang. She finally understood why he said men and women should do one-arm push-ups together. It turned out that it was the reason.

Oriana’s delicate eyebrows and eyes showed a smile. She was kissed twice by him, she giggled and put her small hand up to cover her red lips, preventing him from kissing-

Deacon stopped the one-armed push-ups, hugged her beautiful small face with two big hands, and laughed h oar se ly,

“What’s wrong? I can do a hundred push-ups when you’re not around. I wanted to invite you to practice with me, but when you really came. I practiced more than a dozen times and fell down, falling on top of you.”

Oriana felt her ears tingle, and if this continued, she might not be able to help but throw him down, but she still hadn’t decided to be with him. She thought,

“Oriana, hurry up and wake up. Don’t be mesmerized by this man’s super-masculinity!”

“Now let go of me, you can do one-handed push-ups, I’ll go downstairs.”

Deacon’ short neat hair was almost naturally dry. Now his soft bangs cover his dark eyes, and he looks a little younger, like a little wolf clinging to his little girlfriend and won’t let go… A little wolf. Oriana felt that if there was one animal to describe Deacon, it would be a little wolf!.

“Oriana, I don’t want to do one-arm push-ups now, let’s do a different sport.”

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